Poetry Archives

Thank God for little children,
   Bright flowers by earth’s wayside,
The dancing, joyous lifeboats
   Upon life’s stormy tide.

Thank God for little children;
   When our skies are cold and gray,
They come as sunshine to our hearts,
   And charm our cares away.

I almost think the angels,
   Who tend life’s garden fair,
Drop down the sweet wild blossoms
   That bloom around us here.

It seems a breath of heaven
   Round many a cradle lies,
And every little baby
   Brings a message from the skies.

Dear mothers, guard these jewels.
   As sacred offerings meet,
A wealth of household treasures
   To lay at Jesus’ feet.