Angels
Sing, in our footing, aLovely lilt of “Viola!”
IX.
Baby smiled, mother wailed,Earthward while the sweetling sailed;Mother smiled, baby wailed,When to earth came Viola.
And her elders shall say:—
So soon have we taught you aWay to weep, poor Viola!
X.
Smile, sweet baby, smile,For you will have weeping-while;Native in your Heaven is smile,—But your weeping, Viola?
Whence your smiles we know, but ah?Whence your weeping, Viola?—Our first gift to you is aGift of tears, my Viola!