No better gift have I from heaven
than a grandchild, now turn'd seven.
of east and west a wondrous blend
she took the best that these could lend:
from Eden's banks her nutmeg hue
her amber eyes from northern dew
and add to this yet greater pleasure,
a dash of Irish for good measure.
Categories:
ashkenaz, child, granddaughter, heaven,
Form: Lyric