| '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 attempt 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. |
Select Sunflowers
Harry Edward Mills
(Fort Scott: Sunflower Press. 1901)
Pages 42-43
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