Poems (Eaton)/My Namesake
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MY NAMESAKE.
I HAVE a little namesake, So full of joyous glee,There's not a child the wide world o'er More dearly loved than she—So idolized by many hearts, More prized than wealth untold,My playful little namesake Of scarcely two years old.
My baby-bird, my namesake, Months many have flown by,Since last I looked the depths within Of thy clear earnest eye,And saw the dawning intellect On infant brow enrolled;My precious little namesake Of scarcely two years old.
My winsome fairy namesake, Endowed with rarest grace,Methought I saw an angel's charms While gazing in thy face;Or watching with admiring eye Thy form of beauty's mould;My lovely little namesake Of scarcely two years old.
Thy silvery voice, my namesake, Dearer than music's tone,Comes sweetly as a dream to those Who claim thee for their own—Who love thee with enduring love, With hearts that ne'er grow cold,My happy, petted namesake Of scarcely two years old.
And yet, my little namesake, All charming as thou art,Thou need'st a heavenly power to keep The beauty of the heart;This only boon I ask for thee, Treasure more worth than gold,My radiant little namesake Of scarcely two years old.
God grant my little namesake To walk her path in life,Calm and unsullied, through the storms Of sorrow, sin and strife;His guardian care be over her, His mighty love enfoldMy little darling namesake Of scarcely two years old.