Thomas Hood

Thomas Hood

May 23, 1799 - May 3, 1845


To My Daughter, On Her Birthday

by Thomas Hood

Dear Fanny! nine long years ago,
While yet the morning sun was low,
And rosy with the eastern glow
The landscape smiled;
Whilst lowed the newly-wakened herds --
Sweet as the early song of birds,
I heard those first, delightful words,
Thou hast a child!

Along with that uprising dew
Tears glistened in my eyes, though few,
To hail a dawning quite as new,
To me, as time:
It was not sorrow -- not:annoy --
But like a happy-maid, though coy,
With grief-like welcome, even joy
Forestalls its prime.

So mayst thou live, dear! many years,
In all the bliss that life endears,
Not without smiles, nor yet from tears
Too strictly kept:
When first thy infant littleness
I folded in my fond caress,
The greatest proof of happiness
Was this -- I wept.


The Poetical Works Of Thomas Hood
Copyright 1861
Boston: Crosby, Nichols, Lee and Company
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