Friday 31 October 2014


For Pauline...

E'en as the ray that decks the lucid tear,
Which, in the summer's morn, bedews each tree;
My little girl -- as sweet, as mild, as dear --
The smiles of innocence we owe to thee:
May they adorn thee when thy childhood's past --
Thy loving parents pride and hope, to see,
And that those smiles we gaze on then may last,
Are all, sweet little one, we wish for thee.

Text: The Dublin Penny Journal 28 Feb 1835.
Image: Angel painting by Joyce Birkenstock.

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