And seek and seek
Where the daisy-bloom
Shows white and meek
Like a baby moon.
And when your foot treads
With tender fear
On seven white heads,—
Then spring is here.
COXWOLD.
LAUS DEO
(For My Little God-son)
God Darling! Listen to my song,
The one I sing the whole day long,
Of thanks to Thee for every good,
Whether at home, in field, or wood.
I thank Thee for the lovely spring,
And for Thy little birds that sing;
I thank Thee for the summer's sun,
When 'mong the roses I can run.
I thank Thee for the sickle time,
When corn is ripe, and apples prime.
I thank Thee for the deep white snow,
When I tobogganing can go.
I thank Thee for the bright sweet day,
For hours of love and work and play;
I thank Thee for the deep blue night
When I and flower-buds fold up tight.