"She's sick," said Mamma as I stepped inside
And failed to meet my idol and my pride,
"She has a fever and 'tis raging now
And I am fixing this to cool her brow."
And then I stepped close to the little bed
And gazed upon my darling's curly head,
And knew for the first time what those have felt,
Who've learned to love the little ones that dwelt
Within their homes; and who one cruel day
Have had their darling idols snatched away.
Light as a fairy's were the steps we made,
Each change though slight made us still more afraid.
With hearts of agony we waited there
And watched the dreaded changes in despair.
No sleep can come to those who wait in fear,
To eyes that may tomorrow shed the tear.
It seemed long weeks though yet the days were few
Before we felt assured the worst was through,
And once again into her face and eyes
Came back the sparkle of the sunny skies.
We'd ne'er had known had it not been for this
How much each day we loved the little miss.
___From Kansas Standard.
(Madison, Wis.: American Thresherman. 1901)