 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
THE CHILDREN'S DAY.
Come to me, little one, and we will dream
Of all that on this happy day was wrought,
When love and life to earth were freely brought,
To lighten households with their broader beam.
Of all that on this happy day was wrought,
When love and life to earth were freely brought,
To lighten households with their broader beam.
Come, wake again the glad celestial gleam,
That ages past our pale horizon caught;
For truth is dark till it is truly sought,
And then its floodgates pour a dazzling stream.
That ages past our pale horizon caught;
For truth is dark till it is truly sought,
And then its floodgates pour a dazzling stream.
For at this time a Heavenly Child was born,
When all the world in doubt and darkness lay,
To guide us in the everlasting way;
When all the world in doubt and darkness lay,
To guide us in the everlasting way;
It opes the portals of a purer Morn.
And we whose brows by weary age are worn,
Delight to call it still the children's day.
And we whose brows by weary age are worn,
Delight to call it still the children's day.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |