Let it gush forth in words of fervent prayer;
Let it swell up to heaven for her precious care.
Henry Ware, Jun.
How soft and fresh he breathes!
Look, he is dreaming! Visions sure of joy
Are gladdening his rest; and ah, who knows
But waiting angels do converse in sleep
With babes like this!
Arthur C. Coxe.
Little children, not alone