Little eyes so softly wooing, 
Purely blind and purely wise; 
Knowing naught of evil doing, 
Knowing much of good, dear eyes: 
Shining on me, holy, sweet, 
Gentle thoughts your gaze should meet.
Little hands with restless motion 
Fluttering about my cheek; 
Little feet with swift commotion 
Rushing some new joy to seek: 
Bringing tidings fearlessly, 
Never doubting sympathy.
Little heart so swiftly gladdened, 
Little soul so soon cast down; 
Little lips with curves so saddened 
By a moment’s passing frown. 
Let me humbly kneel beside thee, 
Only God is fit to guide thee.