(With his first book of 'Songs') <br /> <br />'MY Sweet, my Child, through all this night <br />Of dark and wind and rain, <br />Where thunder crashes, and the light <br />Sears the bewildered brain, <br />'It is your Face, your lips, your eyes <br />I see rise up; I hear <br />Your Voice that sobs and calls and cries, <br />Or shrills and mocks at fear. <br />'O this that's mine is yours as well, <br />For side by side our feet <br />Trod through these bitter brakes of hell. <br />Take it, my Child, my Sweet!'<br /><br />Francis William Lauderdale Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-his-love/
