What Shall I wish Thee?


WHAT shall I wish thee, my darling boy?

Shall I wish thee a life of unclouded joy,

That the hours shall pass like the summer wind,

And leave not a trace of woe behind?

Not this, not this, my child.

Shall I wish my boy the noble heir

To mines of gold and to jewels rare

A mighty place in the world's estate,

And a lofty home with the wealthy great 7

Not this, not this, my child.

Shall I wish for thee an honored name

That shall stand on the golden rolls of fame;

That thy deeds may be echoed along Time's shore

Till the echoes of time shall be heard no more?

Not this, not this, my child.

But Oh, for my child a humble seat

On Calvary's mount at Jesus' feet;

And a home at last in the happy plains

Where the glorious Saviour ever reigns:

God grant thee this, my child.

 

YI