Monday, September 1, 2008


Little cherub in whiting shroud
thou be so cautious not to fall from thy cloud
As ‘pon thine shoulders doest wear wings so shy
did thee not know; that thee can fly
Hath faith in thyself; as faith in thy father
he hath given thee wings; so thou would not falter
Take of mine hand as this promise I keep
thee I shall ne’er let fall; as no cloud be so steep
A timid blessing in delicate disguise
thou cannot hide all the light I see in thine eyes
With halo o’ gold; and stardust in hair
’tis a comfort to know thou art always there
Thus I watch o’er thee for all thou hast given
thus save a place by thy side
- In heaven

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2003

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