Thank God for Little Children

Frances Ellen Watkins Harper (1825–1911) · 1854–1871

common measure · 12 lines · from Poems

I almost think the angels,Who tend life's garden fair,Drop down the sweet wild blossomsThat bloom around us here.

It seems a breath of heavenRound many a cradle lies,And every little babyBrings a message from the skies.

Dear mothers, guard these jewels.As sacred offerings meet,A wealth of household treasuresTo lay at Jesus' feet.

Words in this poem

wealth n.
Weal; welfare; prosperity; good. [OE. welthe, from wele; cf. D. weelde luxury. See Weal prosperity.]

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

About this text

Thank God for Little Children is in the public domain. This text is taken from Poems, Project Gutenberg ebook #679; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Frances Ellen Watkins Harper, Thank God for Little Children, in Poems (1854–1871), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #679, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/harper-poems/thank-god-for-little-children-2.html, id L10586.

Form and metre

Thank God for Little Children is 12 lines in 3 stanzas of 4 lines each. The metre is common measure, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 90%). 89% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 6.9 syllables. 6 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 33% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

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Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 1 -A-A angels · fairA · blossoms · hereA
  2. 2 -A-A heaven · liesA · baby · skiesA
  3. 3 -A-A jewels · meetA · treasures · feetA
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against common measure. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
I almost think the angels,7·/···/˘
Who tend life's garden fair,6···/˘·
Drop down the sweet wild blossoms7·····/˘
That bloom around us here.6······
It seems a breath of heaven7·····/˘
Round many a cradle lies,7·/˘·/˘·
And every little baby8·/˘˘/˘/˘
Brings a message from the skies.7··/˘···
Dear mothers, guard these jewels.7·/˘··/˘
As sacred offerings meet,8·/˘˘/˘˘·
A wealth of household treasures7···/·/˘
To lay at Jesus' feet.6···/˘·

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