Poem by Henry Van Dyke

The Message

Waking from tender sleep,
My neighbour's little child
Put out his baby hand to me,
Looked in my face, and smiled.

It seemed as if he came
Home from a happy land,
To tell me something that my heart
Would surely understand.

Somewhere, among bright dreams,
A child that once was mine
Had whispered wordless love to him,
And given him a sign.

Comfort of kindly speech,
And counsel of the wise,
Have helped me less than what I read
In those deep-smiling eyes.

Sleep sweetly, little friend,
And dream again of heaven:
With double love I kiss your hand,—
Your message has been given.

1. The Gentle Traveller
2. Hesper
3. Patria
4. Sicily, December 1908
5. Storm-Music

Ella Wilcox The Message ("I have not the gift of vision")

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