Lil' Shelf

Poems of Childhood · Eugene Field

CHRISTMAS TREASURES

I count my treasures o’er with care,--
The little toy my darling knew,
A little sock of faded hue,
A little lock of golden hair.

Long years ago this holy time,
My little one--my all to me--
Sat robed in white upon my knee,
And heard the merry Christmas chime.

“Tell me, my little golden-head,
If Santa Claus should come to-night,
What shall he bring my baby bright,--
What treasure for my boy?” I said.

And then he named this little toy,
While in his round and mournful eyes
There came a look of sweet surprise,
That spake his quiet, trustful joy.

And as he lisped his evening prayer
He asked the boon with childish grace;
Then, toddling to the chimney-place,
He hung this little stocking there.

That night, while lengthening shadows crept,
I saw the white-winged angels come
With singing to our lowly home
And kiss my darling as he slept.

They must have heard his little prayer,
For in the morn, with rapturous face,
He toddled to the chimney-place,
And found this little treasure there.

They came again one Christmas-tide,--
That angel host, so fair and white;
And, singing all that glorious night,
They lured my darling from my side.

A little sock, a little toy,
A little lock of golden hair,
The Christmas music on the air,
A watching for my baby boy!

But if again that angel train
And golden-head come back for me,
To bear me to Eternity,
My watching will not be in vain.

OH, LITTLE CHILD

Hush, little one, and fold your hands--
The sun hath set, the moon is high;
The sea is singing to the sands,
And wakeful posies are beguiled
By many a fairy lullaby--
Hush, little child--my little child!

Dream, little one, and in your dreams
Float upward from this lowly place--
Float out on mellow, misty streams
To lands where bideth Mary mild,
And let her kiss thy little face,
You little child--my little child!

Sleep, little one, and take thy rest--
With angels bending over thee,
Sleep sweetly on that Father’s breast
Whom our dear Christ hath reconciled--
But stay not there--come back to me,
Oh, little child--_my_ little child!

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