MOTHER'S LAST LOOK.
They're asleep,
So I'll keep
Very still, and peep:
Not too bright,
Candle-light
Is for them to night.
Saturday
Makes them gay,
And they've had their play:
Sled and shout
Have, no doubt,
Tired them fairly out.
Once in bed,
Prayers were said
By each curly-head:
But, before
Half was o'er,
They saw slumber-shore.
Darlings! may
Angels stay,
Bless and for you pray!
May their love,
Like a dove,
Watch you from above!
Emily Carter.
