Our Children
Dublin Core
Title
Our Children
Description
Our children! O, those magic words,
The little crib in which they lie,
Our angel boy, with winning smiles.
And then our gentle, fairy girl,
They vibrate through the frame
As if the chords of life were touched,And sacred music came.
Our children! though but simple words,Yet peace and joy impart;
They serve us as a link to bindHope's rainbow round the heart;
And all the busy cares of lifeAre banished and forgot,
When, filled with love and tenderness,We cling around their cot.
The little crib in which they lie,
So peaceful, side by side,
The little chair to which they clingWith all their baby pride,
Has each its own peculiar claimFor tenderness and love,
And calls for earnest, heartfelt praiseTo Him who rules above;
And when their little voices areHushed in the realms of sleep,
Despite myself the tears will rise,And fears around me creep.
Our angel boy, with winning smiles.
With sweet, seraphic tone,
With crystal laugh, and dark black eyes,Is all—is all our own;
And when he smiles it is indeedLike sunshine on a brook,
And every heart pays homageTo his little serious look.
He is indeed our joy, our pride,And oft I think he's given
To show us here how pure and brightThe angels are in heaven.
And then our gentle, fairy girl,
With golden, waving hair,
With eyes that put to blush the stars,And face so sweet and fair;
She was the first to claim our love,But now our boy claims part,
And each now finds a safe retreatWithin a parent's heart;
And oft I fear too much of love—Too much of love—have they,
And God may ask me for the loveI'm giving thus away.
Creator
Unattributed
Source
1:51, p. 1
Date
7.7.1860
Collection
Citation
Unattributed, “Our Children,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 8, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/697.
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