The Message

Waking from tender sleep,
  My neighbour’s little child
Put out his baby hand to me,
  Looked in my face, and smiled.

It seems as if he came
  Home from a happy land,
To bring a message to my heart
  And make me understand.

Somewhere, among bright dreams,
  A child that once was mine
Has whispered wordless love to him,
  And given him a sign.

Comfort of kindly speech,
  And counsel of the wise,
Have helped me less than what I read
  In those deep-smiling eyes.

Sleep sweetly, little friend,
  And dream again of heaven:
With double love I kiss your hand⁠—
  Your message has been given.