Prays so lovingly?”
Low and soft,—O! very low and soft,
Crooned the blackbird in the orchard croft,
“Bell, dear Bell!” crooned he.
“Whom God’s creatures love,” the angel fair
Murmured, “God doth bless with angels’ care;
Child, thy bed shall be
Folded safe from harm. Love, deep and kind,
Shall watch around, and leave good gifts behind,
Little Bell, for thee.”