Verses Of A Little Child

Never care as she lies asleep, Dear little lassie with red-brown hair; Angels of Light a sweet vigil keep, Keep for the little one slumbering there. Never a dream as she lies so still, Never a dream but of Fairyland, Fairyland and the flowers that fill Her bed, and the lilies within her hand.

Never a tear as she lies at rest, Now or ever or evermore; Never a sorrow to bruise her breast, Ever the gladness of fairylore. Never the rough way to bruise her feet, Never or ever a discord sound, Only the murmur of music sweet, And the laughing of Cherubim, all around.

Never a sigh from the silent lips, For the dollies all carefully laid away; Only the music of laughter slips Out of the realm of the sunlit day. Never or ever a thought or care, For the little hat with its flowered wreath, Bearing a vision of red-brown hair Flying in tangled curls beneath.

Dead? Ah, no! She is just asleep, Asleep where the dreams and daisies are; Angels of Light a sweet vigil keep, Keep in the light of a twinkling star. Asleep, and the odors of flowers fill Her bed, and the lilies within her hand; Asleep, and the whispering angels still Her sighs with the dreams of Fairyland.