Poems (McDonald)/Sonnet to a Child
SONNET TO A CHILD.
Lovely thou art as earliest buds of spring, And fresh as glowing summer's opening rose; Fair as the vale's young lily blossoming, When, 'neath the sunbeam's touch, its leaves unclose. My own loved child, thou art a sunny gleam Lent as a light to cheer my earthly way: Thy fairy footsteps in thy bounding play, And thy soft tones, delicious music seem. What would a mother's heart not ask for thee From Him who gave thee in thy loveliness Ever around thy path, to shield, to bless, Beloved one, may thy heavenly Guardian be: Thy portion here,—then with His bright-robed choir, Give thee an angel's wing, a seraph's burning lyre.