Bless this little heart, this white soul that has won
the kiss of heaven for our earth.
She loves the light of the sun,
She has not learned to despise the dust, and to
hanker after gold.
Clasp her to your heart and bless her.
She has come into this land of a hundred cross-
I know not how she chose you from the crowd,
came to your door, and grasped your hand to ask her
She will follow you, laughing and talking, and not
a doubt in her heart.
Keep her trust, lead her straight and bless her.
Lay your hand on her head, and pray that though
the waves underneath grow threatening, yet the
breath from above may come and fill her sails and
waft her to the haven of peace.
Forget her not in your hurry, let her come to
your heart and bless her.
I love this poem by the Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore. I hope you like it too! :-) <3