| 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 grief, 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 man. Sleep lays my riper follies by awhile: Does God recount them then and fondly smile ? __Harry Edward Mills. |
Select Sunflowers
Harry Edward Mills
(Fort Scott: Sunflower Press. 1901)
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