by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
The happy hour
Language: English
The happy day is over, The household work is done. The cares that fret the morning Have faded with the sun And in the tender twilight I sit in happy rest With my darling little baby Asleep upon my breast. While lids with golden fringes Shut out the waning light A little hand close folded Holds mamma's finger tight And in their soft white wrappings At last in perfect rest Two dainty feet are cuddled Like birdies in the nest... All hopes and love unworthy Depart at this sweet hour All pure and noble longings Renew their holy power For Christ who in the Virgin Our motherhood has blest Is near to ev'ry woman With a baby on her breast...
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author, from Appleton's Journal [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by W. Biermann (fl. 1875), "The happy hour", published c1875. [text not verified]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2008-05-04
Line count: 24
Word count: 120