TO MY GODSON, C. E. H.
(Sexagesima, 1886.)
A YEAR ago I received you, dear child,
From the waters of Baptism; on your brow
The sign of the Kingdom undefiled,—
The sign that the angels see there now.
From the waters of Baptism; on your brow
The sign of the Kingdom undefiled,—
The sign that the angels see there now.
It was then that the bond between us was made
Godson and godmother, you and I;
When the precious burden on me was laid
That you will lift from me by and by.
Godson and godmother, you and I;
When the precious burden on me was laid
That you will lift from me by and by.
Yes, that was only a year ago
By the Church's reckoning, little one;
One of these days my boy will know
What godmother means and what godson.
By the Church's reckoning, little one;
One of these days my boy will know
What godmother means and what godson.
I almost trembled to take you that day,
Half lost in the long, fair robes that you wore
How tiny you looked, and how helpless you lay,
While your downy head in in my palm I upbore.
Half lost in the long, fair robes that you wore
How tiny you looked, and how helpless you lay,
While your downy head in in my palm I upbore.
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