DEDICATION TO THE NURSERY "ALICE"

A MOTHER’S breast:
Safe refuge from her childish fears, 
From childish troubles, childish tears, 
Mists that enshroud her dawning years!
See how in sleep she seems to sing 
A voiceless psalm- an offering 
Raised, to the glory of her King, 
In Love: for Love is Rest.

A Darling’s kiss:
Dearest of all the signs that fleet 
From lips that lovingly repeat 
Again, again, their message sweet!
Full to the brim with girlish glee, 
A child, a very child is she, 
Whose dream of Heaven is still to be 
At Home: for Home is Bliss.

THE END