LITTLE DAVID
The mother of the little boy that sleepsHas blest assurance, even as she weeps:She knows her little boy has now no pain—No further ache, in body, heart or brain;All sorrow is lulled for him—all distressPassed into utter peace and restfulness.—All health that heretofore has been denied—All happiness, all hope, and all besideOf childish longing, now he clasps and keepsIn voiceless joy—the little boy that sleeps.
The mother of the little boy that sleepsHas blest assurance, even as she weeps:She knows her little boy has now no pain—No further ache, in body, heart or brain;All sorrow is lulled for him—all distressPassed into utter peace and restfulness.—All health that heretofore has been denied—All happiness, all hope, and all besideOf childish longing, now he clasps and keepsIn voiceless joy—the little boy that sleeps.
The mother of the little boy that sleepsHas blest assurance, even as she weeps:She knows her little boy has now no pain—No further ache, in body, heart or brain;All sorrow is lulled for him—all distressPassed into utter peace and restfulness.—All health that heretofore has been denied—All happiness, all hope, and all besideOf childish longing, now he clasps and keepsIn voiceless joy—the little boy that sleeps.
The mother of the little boy that sleeps
Has blest assurance, even as she weeps:
She knows her little boy has now no pain—
No further ache, in body, heart or brain;
All sorrow is lulled for him—all distress
Passed into utter peace and restfulness.—
All health that heretofore has been denied—
All happiness, all hope, and all beside
Of childish longing, now he clasps and keeps
In voiceless joy—the little boy that sleeps.