And Other Poems.
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Cares and troubles all forgotten,
Till the morn’s first diamond ray
Opes the rosebuds and the red "lips,
And the eyelids, “Up-a-day!”
Till the morn’s first diamond ray
Opes the rosebuds and the red "lips,
And the eyelids, “Up-a-day!”
Once again the little despot
Rules the house with iron will;
Jumps and crows, and screams, and scrambles—
Not a single moment still.
Merry, rippling, silver laughter,
Sunshine followed soon by spray;
Troubles crowd again upon him,
“Mamma, Mamma, Up-a-day!”
Rules the house with iron will;
Jumps and crows, and screams, and scrambles—
Not a single moment still.
Merry, rippling, silver laughter,
Sunshine followed soon by spray;
Troubles crowd again upon him,
“Mamma, Mamma, Up-a-day!”
Oh! the time will come, my darling,
When the hearts that shield thee now
Shall be silent, and time’s furrows
Will leave traces on thy brow;
When the shadows fall upon thee,
Turn thine eyes from Earth away,
Lift thy voice and cry with fervour—
“Father, Father, Up-a-day!”
When the hearts that shield thee now
Shall be silent, and time’s furrows
Will leave traces on thy brow;
When the shadows fall upon thee,
Turn thine eyes from Earth away,
Lift thy voice and cry with fervour—
“Father, Father, Up-a-day!”
