Sunshine

I watched a little baby try
To catch a sunbeam from the sky
Which filtered through a curtained bay
And shone upon her merry play
Though it will escape her outstretched hand
A thing no babe could understand
Again she tried the selfsame way
To take in hand that golden ray
Until I thought this was a sign
Now saying to this heart of mine
It too should win others' grasp
And make them eager but to clasp
The sunbeams it could scatter where
No light so winsome blazoned there.
-- Charles A. Heath