The wind is never still
Up on Babies' Hill
Coloured windmills flutter
The breeze blows as it will
Toys and flowers lie fading
Softly in the rain
A tearful gaiety
Preserves
Love for children missed
So sorely; yet their graves are kissed-
Are kissed-
Day by day by angels
As sun and wind blow over grass and fill-
And fill-
With breathing memories and pain
The grass on Babies' Hill
As flowers fade in the rain.