The Child in the Street

Even as tender parents lovingly Send a dear child in some true servant’s care Forth in the street, for larger light and air, Feeling the sun her guardian will be, And dreaming with a blushful pride that she Will earn sweet smiles and glances every-where, From loving faces; and that passers fair Will bend, and bless, and kiss her, when they see, And ask her name, and if her home is near, And think, “O gentle child, how blessed are they Whose twofold love bears up a single flower!” And so with softer musing move away,— We send thee forth, O Book, thy little hour— The world may pardon us to hold thee dear.

Collection: 
English
John James Piatt

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