H. P. Nichols Glad Poems
- 1. The Four Gifts
A new-born babe was sleeping
Within its cradle fair,
And angel guards were keeping
Its peaceful slumbers there.
... - 2. The Child And The Flower-elf
"I was walking, dearest mother,
This morning, by the brook,
And tired at last I rested me
Within a shady nook.
... - 3. The Bird's Nest
What is Harry thinking of,
Sitting on that mossy stone?
All his brothers are at play;
Why is he so still and lone?
... - 4. I Am Happy When I Do Right
How glad it makes me feel at night,
When sitting on my mother's knee,
To hear her whisper "You've done right,
And tried my gentle child to be."
... - 5. The First Violet
Spring has come, dear mother!
I've a violet found,
Growing in its beauty
From the cold, dark ground.
... - 6. The Child Who Would Not Be Washed
"Don't wash me, pray, mamma, today,"
I once heard little Jennie say,
"For oh! so very hard you rub,
I never want to see my tub."
... - 7. The Angels
"Where are the angels, mother?
Though you have often said
They watched at night around me,
And safely kept my bed;
... - 8. Twilight
The happiest hour of all the day
To me, is always last;
When both my studies and my play,
My walks and work, are past.
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