Sweet Gem Of Infant Fairy-Flowers! Thy Smiles On Life' Unclosing Hours, Like Sunbeams Lost In Summer Showers, They Wake My Fears; When Reason Knows Its Sweets And Sours, They'll Change To Tears. God Help Thee, Little Senseless Thing! Thou, Daisy-Like Of Early Spring, Of Ambush'D Winter'S Hornet Sting Hast Yet To Tell; Thou Know'St Not What To-Morrows Bring: I Wish Thee Well. But Thou Art Come, And Soon Or Late 'Tis Thine To Meet The Frowns Of Fate, The Harpy Grin Of Envy'S Hate, And Mermaid-Smiles Of Worldly Folly'S Luring Bait, That Youth Beguiles. And Much I Wish, Whate'Er May Be The Lot, My Child, That Falls To Thee, Nature May Never Let Thee See Her Glass Betimes, But Keep Thee From My Failings Free,-- Nor Itch At Rhymes. Lord Knows My Heart, It Loves Thee Much; And May My Feelings, Aches, And Such, The Pains I Meet In Folly'S Clutch Be Never Thine: Child, It's A Tender String To Touch, That Sounds "Thou'Rt Mine."