A Mother's breast: <br />Safe refuge from her childish fears, <br />From childish troubles, childish tears, <br />Mists that enshroud her dawning years! <br />see how in sleep she seems to sing <br />A voiceless psalm--an offering <br />Raised, to the glory of her King <br />In Love: for Love is Rest. <br /> <br /> <br />A Darling's kiss: <br />Dearest of all the signs that fleet <br />From lips that lovingly repeat <br />Again, again, the message sweet! <br />Full to the brim with girlish glee, <br />A child, a very child is she, <br />Whose dream of heaven is still to be <br />At Home: for Home is Bliss.<br /><br />Lewis Carroll<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-nursery-darling/
