Waking from tender sleep, My neighbour's little child Put out his baby hand to me, Looked in my face, and smiled. It seemed as if he came Home from a happy land, To tell me something that my heart Would surely understand. Somewhere, among bright dreams, A child that once was mine Had whispered wordless love to him, And given him a sign. Comfort of kindly speech, And counsel of the wise, Have helped me less than what I read In those deep-smiling eyes. Sleep sweetly, little friend, And dream again of heaven: With double love I kiss your hand,— Your message has been given. November, 1903.
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