Poems (Curwen)/To Margery

by Annie Isabel Curwen

To Margery.

Little maiden, time is flying,
 Flying, oh, so fast away!
Winter's over, birds are singing
 It is Margery's natal day.

Little maiden, years are flying—
 Though it seems but yesterday,
That a little smiling cherub
 In my loving arms you lay.

Little maiden, time is flying,
 Childhood's days will soon be o'er,
May good angels ever guard thee—
 Guard thee now and evermore.

Little maiden, time may bring thee
 Losses, crosses, joys and tears;
May the great good Father keep thee
 Ever, in the coming years.