Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, HIS CHILDREN THREE; TO -- AT TWO YEARS OLD, by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR


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HIS CHILDREN THREE; TO -- AT TWO YEARS OLD, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Beautiful boy with the wistful eyes
Last Line: He watches over his children three!
Alternate Author Name(s): Dean
Subject(s): Children; Death; Fathers; Mothers; Childhood; Dead, The


BEAUTIFUL boy with the wistful eyes,
Are you dreaming now of your native skies?
Do you hear the songs of the blest that swell
Over the meadows of asphodel,
And listen, intent for the voice of one
Who walks no more in the light of the sun —
Your father, gone from our life away
At the darkened dawn of your earthly day?

He in the east and you in the west —
A tiny babe in your cradle-nest —
At twilight, to soothe his dole and pain,
He would hum to himself a sweet refrain,
And talking of you and the dear home things,
Say low, ''Tis a song his mother sings';
And with circling arms and radiant face
Would clasp you all in a mute embrace.

Alas, alas! you cannot remember
The bitter morn of that dark December
When even your coming could not stay
His soul that passed with the dawn away!
But for me, were I in Paradise
Tears unbidden would fill my eyes
At thought of that time, and the slumberer there
Lost to our fondest call and care.

Be sure the love so strong in death
Would never cease with the ceasing breath!
Be sure as you looked on his noble form
Done with our varying shine and storm,
He stooped, whatever his new-world bliss,
To bless the boy unknown in this;
And that always tenderly, tenderly,
He watches over his children three!





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