A MOTHER, with her darling Whose four years just had run, Bade him ask God's forgiveness For something he had done; Then left him alone by the garden, In the glow of the setting sun. A moment — and he came flying Back through the blooms of May: 'O mother, I @3did@1 ask Him, And quick I heard him say, "Yes, child, I @3do@1 forgive you; Now you may go and play.'" Ah! with our many lapses, How blest could @3we@1 hear Him say, 'Yes, child, I @3do@1 forgive you; Now you may go and play.' The peace that passeth knowledge Would be in our hearts that day! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTHER JUNKIE by CLARENCE MAJOR BONNYBELL: THE BUTTERFLY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE SONG MAKER by SARA TEASDALE THE BLACK RIDERS: 9 by STEPHEN CRANE HAILSTORM IN MAY by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE SANDS OF DEE by CHARLES KINGSLEY AMORETTI: 70 by EDMUND SPENSER |