Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
Poems of Home: I. About ChildrenLittle Goldenhair
Mrs. F. Burge Smith (18261900)G
Dear little Goldenhair! tired was she,
All the day busy as busy could be.
Out with the birds and butterflies bright,
Skipping about till the coming of night.
“What has my baby been doing,” he said,
“Since she arose, with the sun, from her bed?”
“I cannot tell so much things I have done,—
Played with my dolly and feeded my Bun.
And I made out of some water and soap
Bufitle worlds! mamma’s castles of Hope.
And little Bella and I went to look
For some smooth stones by the side of the brook.
And I climbed up to my grandpapa’s knee.
I jest as tired as tired can be.”
Until it drooped upon grandpapa’s breast;
Dear little Goldenhair! sweet be thy rest!
Are as sports of a babe to the Infinite view
That sees all our weakness, and pities it too.
And we shall be called to account for our day,
He shall find us as guileless as Goldenhair’s play!
As to sink like the innocent child to our rest,
And feel ourselves clasped to the Infinite breast!