Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
I. |
1. |
2. |
3. |
II. |
CHILDREN. |
Madmoments: or First Verseattempts | ||
CHILDREN.
How lovely! lo! the Sunbeams 'round the HeadOf yon' softsleeping Child are thrown, as'twere
An Halo 'round a newborn Angel! dare
To think so, and when that bright Wreath is fled
Let bold Imagination in its Stead
Behold that far diviner Crown still there
Of its own Innocence! this let it wear
Constantly in thy Sight that thou mayst tread
As in an Angel's Presence, ever so
Regarding it, nor then wilt thou be wrong:
For being treated as such it will grow
Such really, yea! to thee will then belong
A little Angel; and as one Lark's Song
Ushers in all the Spring, so here below
Around thee with thy Child all Heaven will throng!
Madmoments: or First Verseattempts | ||