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Dinah Maria Mulock - To My Godchild Alice
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ALICE, Alice, little Alice, 
My new-christened baby Alice, 
Can there ever rhymes be found 
To express my wishes for thee 
In a silvery flowing, worthy 
Of that silvery sound? 
Bonnie Alice, Lady Alice, 
Sure, this sweetest name must be 
A true omen to thee, Alice, 
Of a life`s long melody. 

Alice, Alice, little Alice, 
Mayst thou prove a golden chalice, 
Filled with holiness like wine: 
With rich blessings running o`er 
Yet replenished evermore 
From a fount divine: 
Alice, Alice, little Alice, 
When this future comes to thee, 
In thy young life`s brimming chalice 
Keep some drops of balm for me! 

Alice, Alice, little Alice, 
Mayst thou grow a goodly palace, 
Fitly framed from roof to floors, 
Pure unto the inmost centre, 
While high thoughts like angels enter 
At the open doors: 
Alice, Alice, little Alice, 
When this beauteous sight I see, 
In thy woman-heart`s wide palace 
Keep one nook of love for me. 

Alice, Alice, little Alice,-- 
Sure the verse halts out of malice 
To the thoughts it feebly bears, 
And thy name`s soft echoes, ranging 
From quaint rhyme to rhyme, are changing 
Into silent prayers. 
God be with thee, little Alice, 
Of His bounteousness may He 
Fill the chalice, build the palace, 
Here, unto eternity!
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