What a happy day in May


When little Molly Margaret


Came to us to stay,


Not trailing clouds of glory


But love to show the way.



Little Molly Margaret,


How trippingly of the tongue


Spring those words for this elfin girl


Whose time on earth has come.



I say her violet eyes


Are two of one of a kind,


And the smiles I give her now


She’ll one day repay in kind.




Molly, dear, born this day,


Putty wonder from my clay,


Teach me to know anew


The human heart at play.