Page:Roses in Rain, by Lilian Wooster Greaves, 1910.pdf/39



The mother lays her sleeping baby down With light soft kiss, and lingering embrace. The lids are closed upon the eyes of brown,
 * The light has faded from the silent face.
 * Yet sighs she not, nor weeps,
 * Well knowing he but sleeps,

And morning shall renew his strength and grace.

And evening soothes the weary day to rest;
 * With dainty jewelled hands she softly lays

Her mantle o’er the cradle in the west—
 * All crimson ’tis, and shot with golden rays.
 * Yet yields she not to sorrow;
 * Full well she knows to-morrow

Day shall awake again to joy and praise.