Читать книгу Home Poems - Kate Louise Wheeler - Страница 11

I see her smile in sleep

And to her crib I creep

To kiss the baby face where dimples play;

I smooth her sunny hair

And breathe to God a prayer

That He will teach me how to lead the way.

I see her smile in sleep

And to her couch I creep

To kiss the saintly face where peace doth stay;

I smooth her silvery hair

And breathe to God a prayer

That He will teach me how to find the way.