The poem
The angels are stooping Above your bed; They weary of trooping With the whimpering dead.
God's laughing in Heaven To see you so good; The Sailing Seven Are gay with His mood.
I sigh that kiss you, For I must own That I shall miss you When you have grown.
The tender words of this poem touch me. When childhood passes there is a sense of loss and grief in the deepest recesses of the mother's heart. This does not dim her joy as she watches her develop into older childhood, adolescence and young adulthood, but the memory that is touched with sadness remains throughout her life.