Poems (Barker)/Florrie

by Alice J. Green Barker

Florrie.

Such a tiny wee bit of a maiden,
 So dainty, and cunning, and sweet,
From the frown on the dear little forehead,
 To the soles of the white dimpled feet.
So perfect, the Father has sent her,
 A little white lamb from "the fold,"
Close—close in your sheltering bosom,
 Keep her safe from the tempest and cold.

There's a smile on the sweet baby features,
 There's a laugh in the wondering eyes:
The smile, for the angels who brought her,
 The laugh, for the earthly surprise—
The rapture of finding a mother
 Has filled all her being with bliss,
She still bears upon her the impress
 Of a land that is fairer than this.

O mother, sweet mother, the spirit.
 Confided this day to your care
Is a diamond your hand must make ready
 To shine 'mong His jewels so fair.
The wee little hands must be guarded,
 The sweet tender heart must be fed.
The dear little feet of your darling
 To the still, quiet waters be led.

She's a tiny wee bit of a maiden,
 No flower more fragile or sweet.
Still she binds every heart in her fetters,
 And brings you, like slaves, to her feet,
With the love of the father and mother.
 Her wealth, all around her displayed;
With the smile of the angels upon her,
 How blest is the dear little maid.