LITTLE brown eyes, little clown eyes, How I miss your winkin' an' your blinkin' At me with break o' early morn, An' your gurglin' while a sinkin' Into my gladsome arms, that kep' me thinkin' You was a sayin' "Mornin', Daddy, morn." Little sweet eyes, little neat eyes, How I miss your trustin', never fussin' Gaze at me while I held you close To my heart almost a bustin' With love, an' your hands that kep' a mussin My hair an' a pullin' my nose! Little dove eyes, full-of-love eyes, How I miss your peepin' an' the creepin' Of two soft arms around my neck, An' the kiss just 'fore you fell a sleepin'. Oh, how my hungry heart is keepin' The fullness of your "bushel an' a peck"! Pure-as-dew eyes, little true eyes, How I miss the teachin' an' the preachin' That burned from them into my soul With a theme and power farther reachin', And a selfless prayer far more beseechin' Than any sermon man has told! Oh, so-far eyes, little star eyes, In the night-tide glowin', are you knowin' How the hot tears sometimes come to me? Oh, how I dream and long to be goin' To you, angel eyes, and reap my sowin' In the land God made like thee! |