A little precious babe
Came to my heart one day
And folded there most lovingly
A long sweet time she lay
Her little fairy fingers
O'er my bosom softly crept
A faint thrill ever lingers
There where her pure cheek slept
Her eyes were dark and beautiful
As evening's starry sky
Her voice was clear and musical
As birds that sing on high
Like lilies gleamed her snowy skin
Like pale gold shone her hair
Like pearls her rosy lips within
Shone tiny teeth so fair
So fair, so pure my little gem
That angels came to see
And seeing bore her home with them
Their angel babe to be
And ever when cast down apart
In agony I weep
There thrills within my stricken heart
A thought that ne-er shall sleep
That cradled in an angel's arm
From every sorrow free
A little bright winged seraph child
Waits lovingly for me
Author: Lilian Langdon Down
Photo by John Langdon Down, father of the child
From "John Langdon Down" by O'Connor Ward, published by Royal Society of Medicine Press Ltd,
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