Toys, and treats, and pleasures pass
Like a shadow in a glass,
Like the smoke that mounts on high,
Like a noonday's butterfly.
Quick they come and quick they end,
Like the money that I spend;
Some to-day, to-morrow more,
Short, like those that went before.
Mother, fold me to your knees!
How much should I care for these—
Little joys that come and go!
If you did not love me so?
And when things are sad or wrong,
Then I know that love is strong;
When I ache, or when I weep,
Then I know that love is deep.
Father, now my prayer is said,
Lay your hand upon my head!
Pleasures pass from day to day,
But I know that love will stay.
While I sleep it will be near;
I shall wake and find it here;
I shall feel it in the air
When I say my morning prayer.
Maker of this little heart!
Lord of love I know thou art!
Little heart though thou forget,
Still the love is round thee set.