MAUD.
79
BABY'S RETURN.
Welcome again to thy father's roof—Thou dreamer of innocent dreams!Flower of pure and constant breath,Shadow of sunniest gleams!
With the eyes that speak for the untried lips,And the little, stammering tongue,And the arms, like an amulet of price,O'er the Mother's shoulders flung;
And the curls that ring, like silver bells,With the voice's silvery chime,Each counted and combed, none broken yetIn the weary tangle of time.********Thy beauty shall train its blossom wreathO'er the homely fetters of care,While the household angels that cling round thy pathShall lighten the burthen of prayer.
