Katharine Lee Bates - "Short Day and Long Remembrance" III lyrics

God pity all whose hearts are anguish-torn For loss of her, but softest mercies flow On these, her little ones, who cannot know What cause their baby voices have to mourn. In vain their fitful cries pursue her borne From rooms belovéd, yet content to go, Sealed in that ivory trance from joy and woe, Her bridal raiment now serenely worn. Too young for memory, too young to miss Her cherishments, and yet it may not be As they had never felt the mother-kiss, Nor reached their wandering hands to catch her smile; But, haply, dreamland keeps some charméd isle Where love shall brood them safe from storm and sea.