My Sunshine.
Like a cluster of sunbeams her hair is,
As blue as the sky-tints her eye,
And I think of the Queen of the Fairies
Whenever she passes me by;
And if we had fays
Flitting round nowadays,
I should fear she might fly far away
Some day.
Sometimes I am puzzled with wonder,
To know why the wings were left out;
But I'm pleased that they made such a blunder,
When the little one first came about;
For if she had wings,
And soft feathers and things,
I should know she would fly far away
Some day.
I suspect, after all, she's but human;
Yet an angel I couldn't love more.
She's a sunshiny, sweet little woman,
And her heart is a wide-open door.
Oh, may never a sin,
Through that door enter in!
For I know she will fly far away
Some day.
