The Look of Glad Surprise.
There's such a look of glad surprise
In our darling's starry eyes!
I wonder what wee Harold sees,
To give him so much blissful peace?
In our darling's starry eyes!
I wonder what wee Harold sees,
To give him so much blissful peace?
His little waxen hands lie low,
And whiter than the driven snow,
Upon his silent, pulseless breast—
Our precious baby is at rest.
And whiter than the driven snow,
Upon his silent, pulseless breast—
Our precious baby is at rest.
And yet that silent look of wonder,
With radiant dewdrops lying under
The deep-fringed silken lashes,
A glimpse of heaven's brightness flashes.
With radiant dewdrops lying under
The deep-fringed silken lashes,
A glimpse of heaven's brightness flashes.
Oh, close them not, until the last,
They tell of future joys, and past,
As 'round the sweetest lips there plays
A happy smile of Godly praise.
They tell of future joys, and past,
As 'round the sweetest lips there plays
A happy smile of Godly praise.
Our little love is wiser now
Than we. His broad fair brow,
Where cluster softly golden curls,
Wisdom's banner now unfurls.
Than we. His broad fair brow,
Where cluster softly golden curls,
Wisdom's banner now unfurls.
The mystery for him hath past,
The Father's hand doth hold his fast,
And leads him into kindlier ways
Than ours—forever where He stays.
The Father's hand doth hold his fast,
And leads him into kindlier ways
Than ours—forever where He stays.
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