My Little Son

My Little Son Ah, little boy of love, my own boy blue!' Fresh from the heaven above, pure as the dew. Cuddle close to my breast, sweetest, wee son, Lie in my arms at rest, for day is done. Night with its dreams of bliss, cometh at last. On your dear eyes a kiss, go hold them fast. Ah, how my bosom swells, filled full with joy! Of life your breathing tells, sweet little boy. I thank our Father kind, that you are mine. And in my eyes you'll find lovelight ashine' Hobart, Tasmania A. C. A. Dean Hewer