English poem
To A Little Girl.
by Thomas Frederick Young (?–1940)
E ach wish, my fairest child, I pen, F or thee I write with earnest heart; F or who shall say, that ere, again, I shall behold thee; when we part E 'en now the time is near, I start. H ere are my wishes, then, sweet child, A long life's pathway may thou go, R ob'd white, as now, in virtue mild, R etaining pure, thy virtue's snow. I wish thee this, and wish thee more, S o long as thou on earth hath life, O h ! may thy heart be never sore, N or vex'd with anxious care or strife!