O little child, that once was I And still in part must be, When other children pass me by, Again thy face I see. Where art thou? Can the innocence That here no more remains, Forget, though early banished hence, What memory retains? Alas! and could'st thou look upon The features that were thine, To see of tender graces none Abiding now in mine, Thy heart compassionate would plead, And, haply, not in vain, As Angel Guardian, home to lead The wanderer again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CULPRIT FAY by JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE THE SPELLIN' BEE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR UNCLE ANANIAS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON AN EPITAPH ON A ROBIN REDBEAST by SAMUEL ROGERS SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 3. THE WANDERING ONE by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS A PRAYER by EDNA MAY APPLEGATE |