I HAD a little daughter, And she was given to me To lead me gently backward To the Heavenly Father's knee, That I, by the force of nature, Might in some dim wise divine The depth of His infinite patience To this wayward soul of mine. I know not how others saw her, But to me she was wholly fair, THE CHANGELING. And the light of the heaven she came from And as many changes took, To what can I liken her smiling Upon me, her kneeling lover? How it leaped from her lips to her eyelids, The very heart of her mother Sending sun through her veins to me! She had been with us scarce a twelvemonth, But they left in her stead a changeling, That seems like her bud in full blossom, Alone 'neath the awful sky; As weak, yet as trustful also; All the wonders of faithful Nature Rain falls, suns rise and set, Earth whirls, and all but to prosper |