FAREWELL, vain world, he's going home, He hears the baby cry. He's going home, no more to roam, To croon a lullaby. "Kerwack, kerwack." The baby squalls, "Come back, come back." Loud echo calls. Its little heart is like to break Since mother went away, Before the populace to speak On topics of the day. The crowds applaud And call her back, She does not hear "Kerwack, kerwack." The tears roll down its pallid cheek Till dawn begins to creep, It sucks its fists till faint and weak, It sobs itself to sleep. "Kerwack, kerwack." It cries in vain, "Come back, come back." In accents plain. When woman's rights are other's wrongs Beware the baneful snare; The home is where the wife belongs, It needs her loving care. "Kerwack, kerwack." No longer roam, "Come back, come back." To child and home. 'Tis sad but true, the time is past When woman's chiefest joy Is nourished by a husband's love And centered in her boy. "Kerwack, kerwack." The cry is vain, She will not hear The plaintive strain. Ah, grievous state, ah, fatal age, With many evils fraught, When clubs and social life engage The woman's every thought. "Kerwack, kerwack." On every hand "Kerwack" is heard Throughout the land! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPIGRAM: TO FOOL, OR KNAVE by BEN JONSON RAIN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE FOUNTAIN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: THE FUGITIVE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 4 by THOMAS CAMPION ENTERTAINMENT GIVEN BY LORD KNOWLES: SONG 2 by THOMAS CAMPION THE WEARER OF THE GREEN; TO MY FRIEND JOHN JAMES DONOGHUE, M.D. by DAVID MERRITT CARLYLE |