@3Jesus wants me for a sunbeam.@1 I sang in Sunday school a lifetime ago, way up in cold country where there wasn't much sun. A sunbeam in winter made one recoil, and everyone stared mutely upward. The bogeyman still smiles, now from a glass of whiskey, then from a farmhouse root cellar. A little boy bred this man with no thought of the future. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET WRITTEN IN DISGUST OF VULGAR SUPERSTITION by JOHN KEATS FONTENOY, 1745: 1. BEFORE THE BATTLE: NIGHT by EMILY LAWLESS THE KNIGHT AND THE LADY; DOMESTIC LEGEND OF THE REIGN OF QUEEN ANNE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM PROFITABLE THINGS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |