GOD KNEW God knew how much I hungered For roses of the south A-wash with morning's dewy breath He gave me baby's mouth. God knew I dreamed of meadows Where children of the skies Reflect their blueness in their bloom- He gave me baby's eyes. God knew I missed the warmness Of nestling and its charms To melt my waiting bosom's ice He gave me baby's arms. God knew my life was empty Was blindly groping for its own He gave me baby's love. -MAUDE DEVERSE NEWTON IT NEVER COMES AGAIN There are gains for all our losses, We are stronger, and are better, Under manhood's sterner reign; But it never comes again. -RICHARD HENRY STODDARD From "The Poetical Writings of Richard Henry Stoddard copyrighted 1880 by Charles Scribners' Sons SWEET AND LOW Sweet and low, sweet and low, Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. -TENNYSON "THE MAN LAND." Little boy, little boy, would you go so soon, For the land of emptiness and regret? Would you go, little boy, little boy? It's a land far off, little boy, little boy, And once you have passed through its doors, little boy No mornings of childhood joy. It's passion and pain you give for this, Little boy, little boy, can't you see the ghosts The "broken hearts," "fair hopes," all dead; There's a train for that land in the after years, The wall that stands 'tween the joy and the tears— Published by courtesy of the Metropolitan Magazine and M. Witmark's Sons. -MAYNARD WAITE TO A BABY'S PICTURE I pushed through the crowded aisle Led by an uncertain fancy In an unuttered eloquence speaking, Did truth on earth ever hide, They're found in the eyes of a child. |