THE GUARDIAN WATCHER.
My little girl sleeps on my arm all night,And seldom stirs, save when, with playful wile,I bid her turn and put her lip to mine—Which, in her sleep, she does; and, sometimes, then,Half muttered through her slumbers, she affirms,Her love for me is boundless; and I takeThe little imp, and, closer in my arms,Assure her by my action—for my lipsYield me no utterance then—that, in my heart,She is the treasured jewel. Tenderly,Hour after hour, with no desire of sleep,I watch about that large amount of hope,Until the stars wane, and the yellow moonWalks forth into the night.S.
My little girl sleeps on my arm all night,And seldom stirs, save when, with playful wile,I bid her turn and put her lip to mine—Which, in her sleep, she does; and, sometimes, then,Half muttered through her slumbers, she affirms,Her love for me is boundless; and I takeThe little imp, and, closer in my arms,Assure her by my action—for my lipsYield me no utterance then—that, in my heart,She is the treasured jewel. Tenderly,Hour after hour, with no desire of sleep,I watch about that large amount of hope,Until the stars wane, and the yellow moonWalks forth into the night.S.
My little girl sleeps on my arm all night,And seldom stirs, save when, with playful wile,I bid her turn and put her lip to mine—Which, in her sleep, she does; and, sometimes, then,Half muttered through her slumbers, she affirms,Her love for me is boundless; and I takeThe little imp, and, closer in my arms,Assure her by my action—for my lipsYield me no utterance then—that, in my heart,She is the treasured jewel. Tenderly,Hour after hour, with no desire of sleep,I watch about that large amount of hope,Until the stars wane, and the yellow moonWalks forth into the night.S.
My little girl sleeps on my arm all night,
And seldom stirs, save when, with playful wile,
I bid her turn and put her lip to mine—
Which, in her sleep, she does; and, sometimes, then,
Half muttered through her slumbers, she affirms,
Her love for me is boundless; and I take
The little imp, and, closer in my arms,
Assure her by my action—for my lips
Yield me no utterance then—that, in my heart,
She is the treasured jewel. Tenderly,
Hour after hour, with no desire of sleep,
I watch about that large amount of hope,
Until the stars wane, and the yellow moon
Walks forth into the night.
S.