God,God, be lenient her first night there.
The crib she slept in was so near my bed;
Her blue-and-white wool blanket was so soft,
Her pillow hollowed so to fit her head.

Teach me that she'll not want small rooms or me
When she has You and Heaven's immensity.

I always left a light out in the hall.
I hoped to make her fearless in the dark;
And yet, she was so small-one little light,
Not in the room, it scarcely mattered. Hark!

No,no; she seldom cried! God, not to far
For her to see, this first night,light a star!

And in the morning, when she first woke up,
I always kissed her on her left cheek where
the dimple was.
And oh, I wet the brush, it made it easier to curl her hair.

Just, just tomorrow morning, God, I pray,
When she wakes up, do things for her my way.