When A Daffadill I See, Hanging Down

Here A Little Child I Stand, Heaving Up My Either Hand; Cold As Paddocks Though They Be, Here I Lift Them Up To Thee, For A Benison To Fall On Our Meat, And On Us All. Amen.

But Here's The Sunset Of A Tedious Day, These Two Asleep Are; I'll But Be Undrest, And So To Bed. Pray Wish Us All Good Rest.

Fight Thou With Shafts Of Silver, And O'ercome When No Force Else Can Get The Masterdom

Tears Are The Noble Language Of Eyes, And When True Love Of Words Is Destitute. The Eye By Tears Speak, While The Tongue Is Mute.

Rise And Put On Your Foliage, And Be Seen To Come Forth, Like The Springtime, Fresh And Green