| The angels are stooping |
| Above your bed; |
| They weary of trooping |
| With the whimpering dead. |
| God’s laughing in Heaven |
| To see you so good; |
| The Sailing Seven |
| Are gay with His mood. |
| I sigh that kiss you, |
| For I must own |
| That I shall miss you |
| When you have grown. |