From couch to couch, in cares of love.
They drop into thy dreams, sweet wife, 5
The happiest smile of Charlie’s life,
And lay on baby’s lips a kiss,
Fresh from his angel-brother’s bliss;
And, as they pass, they seem to make
A strange, dim hymn, ‘For Charlie’s sake.’ 10
My listening heart takes up the strain,
And gives it to the night again,
Fitted with words of lowly praise,