HER husband died before her babe was born Two years ago. @3Converted?@1 Doubt and grief, Poor soul! she felt. Her Methodist creed forlorn Gave but a lenten substance of relief. To-day, beneath the piteous gaze of morn, Her child is dying. On his little brow Descends the veil, and all is over now -- Not yet! not yet! For suddenly he springs, As who perceived the gleam of golden wings. "Dada!" he cries, he knows his father's face Ne'er seen before. O God, Thou giv'st the grace! O widowed heart! They live in Heaven's fair light, Your husband with his boy. The child was right. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RESIGNATION by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW JOY OF THE MORNING by EDWIN MARKHAM CUPID MISTAKEN by MATTHEW PRIOR VERSES, SUGGESTED BY THE FUNERAL OF AN EPITAPH IN BURY CHURCH-YARD by BERNARD BARTON LARABELLE; CANTO THIRD by LEVI BISHOP SONNETS OF SEVEN CITIES: NEW ORLEANS by BERTON BRALEY |