Child Of A Day

CHILD of a day, thou knowest not The tears that overflow thine urn, The gushing eyes that read thy lot, Nor, if thou knewest, could’st return!

And why the wish! the pure and blest Watch, like thy mother, o’er thy sleep; O peaceful night! O envied rest! Thou wilt not ever see her weep.

THOMAS CAMPBELL 1767–1844