Can You See a Little Face?

Can you see a little face,
Just the type of witching grace,
As a darling clasps your knee
With a gesture honey sweet,
Lisping love in dimpled glee
Till the sum of life’s complete?

Is she happy as a lark
From the rosy dawn till dark?
And when twilight folds the world
Close within her calm embrace,
Is the night with gladness pearled
By the light of that dear face?

Does she whisper, as her eyes
Bid the drowsy curtains rise:
“Wake me sure, to Santa see”
And; [a shy aside is this,]
“I’ll be truly dood, if he,
Lets me give him just a kiss.”

Do the dimpled fingers cling,
Close and closer while you sing
Praises to the Savior’s name?
Telling of the happy hour
When a precious gift he came,
Prince of love, and peace and power.