"Verses to a Child", p. 13

And that each feature soft and fair
And every curl of golden hair,
    Some sweet remembrance bears.

      3
Just then thou didst recall to me
A distant long forgotten scene;
One smile and one sweet word from thee
Dispelled the years that rolled between,
I was a little child again,
And every after joy and pain,
    Seemed never to have been.

      4
Tall forest trees waved over me,
To hide me from the heat of day,
And by my side a child like thee,
Among the summer flowerets lay.
He was thy sire: thou merry child.
Like thee he spoke, like thee he, smiled
    Like thee he used to play,

      5
O Mary those were calm and happy days,
We loved each other fondly then