Father's Child

My llttle Rlrl to-nlght wlth childlsh glee, aiiIioukIi Iiit inoutbg liad nuuibereii not Hoore, Escaped her nurse, and. at my study door, Wllh liuy lingera rapplng, poke to me; Though falut her word, I Heard tbem treinbllngljr Ksll frora her Upa, as if the darkness bore lts welght upoo bar, "Father's chlld." No more I walted lor, hut stralghtwHy wlllInKly I brotight the weet lotruder into Iight Wlth bappy laughter. Even ho sotne nlght, When, frora the nuntlug earth Hcaped ud free, My soul slntll try In her tlrst Infant rllght To seelt Ood'8 chuinber, these two worda nhall be Those that wlll inake Hlra ope Bis door to me.