Matthew Prior.
Love and the Child
Toys, and treats, and pleasures pass
Like a shadow in a glass,
Like the smoke that mounts on high,
Like a noonday's butterfly.
Quick they come and quick they end,
Like the money that I spend;
Some to-day, to-morrow more,
Short, like those that went before.
Mother, fold me to your knees!
How much should I care for these—
Little joys that come and go!
If you did not love me so?
And when things are sad or wrong,
Then I know that love is strong;
When I ache, or when I weep,
Then I know that love is deep.
Father, now my prayer is said,
Lay your hand upon my head!
Pleasures pass from day to day,
But I know that love will stay.
While I sleep it will be near;
I shall wake and find it here;
I shall feel it in the air
When I say my morning prayer.
Maker of this little heart!
Lord of love I know thou art!
Little heart! though thou forget,
Still the love is round thee set.
William Brighty Rands.
Polly
Brown eyes, straight nose;
Dirt pies, rumpled clothes.
Torn books, spoilt toys:
Arch looks, unlike a boy's;
Little rages, obvious arts;
(Three her age is), cakes, tarts;
Falling down off chairs;
Breaking crown down stairs;
Catching flies on the pane;
Deep sighs—cause not plain;
Bribing you with kisses
For a few farthing blisses.
Wide-a-wake; as you hear,
"Mercy's sake, quiet, dear!"
New shoes, new frock;
Vague views of what's o'clock
When it's time to go to bed,
And scorn sublime for what is said.
Folded hands, saying prayers,
Understands not nor cares—
Thinks it odd, smiles away;
Yet may God hear her pray!
Bed gown white, kiss Dolly;
Good night!—that's Polly,
Fast asleep, as you see,
Heaven keep my girl for me!
William Brighty Rands.