A Celebration of Women Writers

"O Littlest Hands and Dearest." by Norah M. Holland (1876-1925)
From: Spun-Yarn And Spindrift. by Norah M. Holland. London & Toronto: J. M. Dent & Sons; New York: E. P. Dutton & Co., 1918, p. 25.

Editor: Mary Mark Ockerbloom

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O LITTLEST hands and dearest,
  O golden heads and bright,
From out what dear dream country
  Come you to me to-night ?
For through the shadows falling
I hear your voices calling
Out of the magic spaces
  Of infinite delight.

I see your curls a-glimmer,
  I see your dear eyes shine,
I feel the childish fingers
  Slipped softly into mine;
You bring me back the May-time,
The old, delightful play-time
When all the world was laughter
  And life seemed half divine.

Thus, from the shades that gather
  Around my path to-night
Your glad child-hands have drawn me
  Back to your lands of light,
Giving me for my sadness
The medicine of your gladness,
O littlest hands and dearest,
  O golden heads and bright.

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Editor: Mary Mark Ockerbloom