Cornwall, Barry, "To My Child." in The Bijou; (London: William Pickering , 1828)
   
      
         
            
               The Bijou; 
               or Annual of Literature and the Arts
            
            compiled by William Fraser
            
            
               
                  William Pickering
               
               London
            
            1828
            
               
                  p. 32
               
            
         
      
      
         
             32 
            
               To My Child
            
            
               By B.C. [pseud. for Bryan
                  Walker Procter]
            
            
               CHILD of my heart! My sweet, belov'd first-bórn!
               Thou dove, who tidings bring'st of calmer hours!
               Thou rainbow, who dost come when all the showers
                Are past, — or passing! Rose which hath no thorn, — 
               No pain, no blemish, — pure and unforlorn,
               Untouched — untainted — O, my flower of flowers!
                More welcome than to bees are summer bowers, —
               To seamen stranded life-assuring morn.
               Welcome! a thousand welcomes! Care, who clings
               Round all, seems loosening now her snake-like fold!
               New hope springs upwards, and the bright world seems
                Cast back into her youth of endless springs! — 
               — Sweet mother, is it so? — or grow I old,
                Bewildered in divine Elysian dreams?