|A little evening prayer, a little bed;
Two tired little feet, two heavy eyes;
Soft pillowed on my breast a curly head;
Forgetfulness bewitched with lullabies.
I kiss the dimpled cheeks then fondly stray
Across the mem'ry meadows of the day.
What trifles filled my darling's heart with
What simpler trifles turned it into joy;
A little fall brought tears, a kiss relief,
He offered scarf and mittens for a toy.
He talked all day about his cherished plan,
To be when grown an organ-grinder
Sleep lays my riper follies by awhile:
Does God recount them then and fondly
__Harry Edward Mills.
Harry Edward Mills
(Fort Scott: Sunflower Press. 1901)