I thought that prattling boys and girls
Would fill this empty room;
That my rich heart would gather flowers
From childhood's opening bloom.
One child and two green graves are mine,
This is God's gift to me;
A bleeding, fainting, broken heart—
This is my gift to Thee.
On the death of her child (1852), reported in The Life and Letters of Elizabeth Prentiss (1882), p. 138.