See! glad young faces at the door,
And hark! the peals of mirth and fun.
Yes, ’tis the children’s hour,
To waiting arms they run.
The little faces vie to press
Warm kisses on our willing lips,
While loving prayers, unspoken, bless
The sunny heads, and finger tips
Pass gently o’er the cheek’s soft bloom—
That seems as stolen from the rose;