| Alfred H. Miles, ed. Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | The Foremost Trail (1900)
II. A Worshipper | | By Cicely Fox-Smith (1882–1954) |
| | | AGAINST the oaken pew he leant, | |
| A child of summers three or four, | |
| And smiled to see each stained-glass saint | |
| Cast by the sunlight on the floor. | |
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| He wondered why the folk should look | 5 |
| So sad and stern on either hand. | |
| His thoughts were wandering from the book, | |
| The prayers he could not understand. | |
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| Yet, when the organ’s thunder filled | |
| The dim-lit aisles in praise and prayer, | 10 |
| Sweetly his baby treble trilled | |
| Happiest of all who worshipped there. | |
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| The sunshine made his heart rejoice; | |
| And who shall chide him? Who declare | |
| God did not hear the childish voice | 15 |
| That sang because His world was fair? | | | | |
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