Thread and Song

Sweeter and sweeter, Soft and low, Neat little nymph, Thy numbers flow, Urging thy thimble, Thrift’s tidy symbol, Busy and nimble, To and fro; Prettily plying Thread and song, Keeping them flying Late and long. Through the stitch linger, Kissing thy finger, Quick,—as it skips along. Many an echo, Soft and low, Follows thy flying Fancy so,— Melodies thrilling, Tenderly filling Thee with their trilling, Come and go; Memory’s finger, Quick as thine, Loving to linger On the line, Writes of another, Dearer than brother: Would that the name were mine!

Collection: 
English
John Williamson Palmer
Sub Title: 
Poems of Home: II. For Children

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