Shall I make a Song for You

Shall I make a song for you,Children dear,Not too hard or long for you,Just as clearAs your lives which opened so,A while ago?

How shall I find any wordOld or new,That the wise earth has not heardAges through,Ever since her ways grew sweetWith little feet?

How you bless my day and hour,She can say,As the sweet and spotless flowerOf her mayLies in fullest bloom at rest,Upon her breast.

All the happy service done,Well she knows,All the longing, and the onePrayer that goesTrembling through the unknown years,For you my dears.

How I love you, she repeats,How rejoice,All my singing she completes,For my voice,Of the song in her great heart,Is but a part.