|'Tis hard to go away from home
When Baby cries;
To see the drops of pearly grief
In his dear eyes;
To hear the echo of his voice
Far down the street,
Sobs choking back the farewell words
So sad and sweet.
All day the loving sound returns
To memory's ear;
And now and then I brush away
Myself a tear.
For troublous thoughts sometimes
My dark alarm:
"Perchance my darling boy to-day
Will meet with harm!"
A moment only, then I drive
The fear away;
Full well I know the angels guard
Him night and day.
And when at dusk I come again
His shout of glee
Repays the morning debt of pain
To him and me.
__Harry Edward Mills.
Harry Edward Mills
(Fort Scott: Sunflower Press. 1901)