The Lamb In the Rain
How sweet a tune it was to cuddle down toUnder the big star quilt that grandma made,The rain upon the roof! enough to drown you—And we made out, you know, we were afraid.And then you wondered—and the thought would wake youWide awake a moment with its pain,If there could be—and how your heart would ache you—A little lamb somewhere out in the rain.And so, when mother came—how mothers love you!To kiss her good-night kiss, you’d question lowAnd when she told you—bending there above you—“All little lambs are in,” you knew ’twas so.How in your very heart of hearts you’d thank her!For all your little throat just ached to weep;Then, with a few deep breaths that dragged their anchor,Your tender heart and you were fast asleep.Again the rain upon the roof is beating;O Heart, dear Heart, I hear you where I am;And all your mother-soul’s incessant bleatingFor yours—your own unsheltered little lamb!But look, dear Heart, dear Heart, one bends above youWith more than mother-tenderness to kissYour soul into assurance; mother love you?—Ah, gentler than her gentlest love is this!Look, to His Heart your little one lies closerThan even to your own heart hath it been!Confide it, little mater dolorosa,And rest; for know “All little lambs are in.”White Springs, Fla.
How sweet a tune it was to cuddle down toUnder the big star quilt that grandma made,The rain upon the roof! enough to drown you—And we made out, you know, we were afraid.And then you wondered—and the thought would wake youWide awake a moment with its pain,If there could be—and how your heart would ache you—A little lamb somewhere out in the rain.And so, when mother came—how mothers love you!To kiss her good-night kiss, you’d question lowAnd when she told you—bending there above you—“All little lambs are in,” you knew ’twas so.How in your very heart of hearts you’d thank her!For all your little throat just ached to weep;Then, with a few deep breaths that dragged their anchor,Your tender heart and you were fast asleep.Again the rain upon the roof is beating;O Heart, dear Heart, I hear you where I am;And all your mother-soul’s incessant bleatingFor yours—your own unsheltered little lamb!But look, dear Heart, dear Heart, one bends above youWith more than mother-tenderness to kissYour soul into assurance; mother love you?—Ah, gentler than her gentlest love is this!Look, to His Heart your little one lies closerThan even to your own heart hath it been!Confide it, little mater dolorosa,And rest; for know “All little lambs are in.”White Springs, Fla.
How sweet a tune it was to cuddle down toUnder the big star quilt that grandma made,The rain upon the roof! enough to drown you—And we made out, you know, we were afraid.
And then you wondered—and the thought would wake youWide awake a moment with its pain,If there could be—and how your heart would ache you—A little lamb somewhere out in the rain.
And so, when mother came—how mothers love you!To kiss her good-night kiss, you’d question lowAnd when she told you—bending there above you—“All little lambs are in,” you knew ’twas so.
How in your very heart of hearts you’d thank her!For all your little throat just ached to weep;Then, with a few deep breaths that dragged their anchor,Your tender heart and you were fast asleep.
Again the rain upon the roof is beating;O Heart, dear Heart, I hear you where I am;And all your mother-soul’s incessant bleatingFor yours—your own unsheltered little lamb!
But look, dear Heart, dear Heart, one bends above youWith more than mother-tenderness to kissYour soul into assurance; mother love you?—Ah, gentler than her gentlest love is this!
Look, to His Heart your little one lies closerThan even to your own heart hath it been!Confide it, little mater dolorosa,And rest; for know “All little lambs are in.”
White Springs, Fla.