Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, A LITTLE OUTSTRETCHED HAND, by CHARLES LOUIS HENRY WAGNER

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First Line: I'm sometimes very weary
Last Line: By baby's outstretched hand.
Subject(s): Babies; Infants

I'm sometimes very weary,
And life at best seems vain,
The future's dark and dreary,
The cause I can't explain;
I'm in that giant's castle
That Bunyan tells about,
And held there as a vassal
Of grim despair and doubt.

Like pilgrims in his story,
I've found a key of hope
That leads me into glory,
And gives me strength to cope
With troubles beyond measure
(I'm sure you'll understand),
That key's my year-old treasure
With dimpled, outstretched hand.

When my day's work is ended,
And I come home to rest,
That little hand extended
Drives trouble from my breast.
Despair, with kindred allies,
Is banished like the mist
Which flies from wooded valleys
When by the sunlight kissed.

I take those dimpled fingers
And press them to my heart,
And in my thoughts there lingers
The story they impart.
When overwhelmed with sadness
My memory I'll command
To cheer my soul with gladness
By baby's outstretched hand.

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