Lewis Carroll

(27 January 1832 – 14 January 1898 / Cheshire)

A Nursery Darling - Poem by Lewis Carroll

A Mother's breast:
Safe refuge from her childish fears,
From childish troubles, childish tears,
Mists that enshroud her dawning years!
see how in sleep she seems to sing
A voiceless psalm--an offering
Raised, to the glory of her King
In Love: for Love is Rest.

A Darling's kiss:
Dearest of all the signs that fleet
From lips that lovingly repeat
Again, again, the message sweet!
Full to the brim with girlish glee,
A child, a very child is she,
Whose dream of heaven is still to be
At Home: for Home is Bliss.

Comments about A Nursery Darling by Lewis Carroll

  • Rookie - 187 Points Angelina Holmes (5/6/2014 8:49:00 PM)

    He always has the best poems. Bravo. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 36,605 Points * Sunprincess * (4/1/2014 2:47:00 PM)

    .......so true...home is bliss...enjoyed this wonderful write... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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