To My Daughter
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Title
To My Daughter
Description
[It is a beautiful conceit, that when a baby smiles in its sleep it is talking with the angels.]
Tell me, did the angels greet thee!
Did they tell thee of the fountains
Of the city ruby founded,
Tell me, did the angels greet thee!
Greet my darling when she smiled?
Did they whisper softly, gently,Pleasant words unto my child?
Did they whisper 'mid thy dreaming,Thoughts that made thy slumbers glad,
Of the joy lighted cityWhere the heart is never sad?
Did they tell thee of the fountains
Clear as crystal, fair as light,—
Of glory brighten'd countryNever shaded by a night.
Of life's pure pellucid river,—Of the tree whose leaves do yield
Healing for the bruised nations?Nations smitted, bruised, peeled?
Of the city ruby founded,
Built on gems of flashing light,
Pulling all earth's lustrous jewels,And the gates of pearly white.
Darling when earth's shadows deepenO'er thy prison hours of clay,
May the footsteps of God's angelEver linger round thy way
Creator
Frances Harper
Source
1:29, p. 4
Date
2.15.1862
Collection
Citation
Frances Harper, “To My Daughter,” Periodical Poets, accessed May 2, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/755.
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