TO MINNIE.
1855.
Minnie, darling of my heart,
Is there no song for thee?
Thou art the sunshine of a life
That lives in loving thee.
Minnie, darling of my heart,
Is there no song for thee?
Thou art the sunshine of a life
That lives in loving thee.
And fair art thou as a summer's dream,
With thy bright and golden hair;
And the merry tone of thy infant laugh
Rings on the silent air.
With thy bright and golden hair;
And the merry tone of thy infant laugh
Rings on the silent air.
But who shall tell of thy beaming glance,
That speaking, soul-lit eye,
With its sweet bright gaze of dewy love,
Calm as an evening sky?
That speaking, soul-lit eye,
With its sweet bright gaze of dewy love,
Calm as an evening sky?
Thou art a child of promise fair—
What shall thy future be?
O God in heaven! grant the prayer
Of a mother's love for thee.
What shall thy future be?
O God in heaven! grant the prayer
Of a mother's love for thee.
I do not wish unmingled peace,
Nor sunshine without shade—
Not for such unmeted happiness
Were we poor creatures made;
Nor sunshine without shade—
Not for such unmeted happiness
Were we poor creatures made;
But I would have endurance mild,
And hope, and faith, and love,
For ever to be near my child,
Guiding to realms above.
And hope, and faith, and love,
For ever to be near my child,
Guiding to realms above.