@3OB.@1 OCT. 12, 1879 @3Aug.@1 1875 BRIGHT skies, bright sea -- All happy things That, borne on wings, Cleave the long distance, glad and free -- A boat -- swift swirls Of foam-wake -- boys and girls And innocence and laughter -- She Was there, and was so happy; and I said: -- "God bless the children!" @3Oct.@1 1879 @3Dead!@1 @3Dead@1, say you? "Yes, the last sweet rose Is gathered" -- Close, O close, O, gently, gently, very gently close Her little book of life, and seal it up To God, who gave, who took -- O bitter cup! O bell! Of folding grave -- O mother, it is well -- Yes, it is well. He holds the key That opens all the mysteries; and He Has blessed our children -- it is well. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEA UNICORNS AND LAND UNICORNS by MARIANNE MOORE THE WET MONTH by HENRY BATAILLE PIETRO ARETINO by LUCIUS MORRIS BEEBE UNTEACHABLE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SONNET ON MOOR PARK; FORMERLY THE SEAT OF SIR WILLIAM TEMPLE by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES HAYING by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON VERSES: THE FOURTH BOY by JOHN BYROM A BACCHANALIAN RANT by HENRY CAREY (1687-1743) TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THESE POPULATIONS by EDWARD CARPENTER |