Dear smiling little snub-nosed bady face
With angel wings,
Be thou the guardian of this house, and grace
Its sublunary things.
Look laughing down, O blessed babe, and lend
That guileless charm,
That beaming joy, to sweeten and defend
Our dwelling from all harm.
Bid sorrow shun the thresthold of this door,
And memory
Cease in this place forever to deplore
What has been- and must be.
Come sun or storm, come merriment or tears
No care can fret
Thy radiant spirit, nor the heavy years
Invade it with regret.
Surely thou art a traveller from a land
That knows no grief !
The life of men thou canst not understand-
So turbulent, so brief.
Yet thou must tarry here, thou darling one,
To smile and bring
Thoughts of the world's fair youth, a fadless sun
And a perpetual spring.
the end
 Takara Angel of Darkness · Wed Nov 02, 2005 @ 06:21pm · 0 Comments |
