STANLEY WARE.
Now as sinks the New Year's sun,
Fadeless Day for him is won!
Closed his eyes in dreamless rest;
Crossed his hands upon his breast;
Still the tireless, bounding feet
Done with garden, stair, and street,
Hushed the voice that used to ring
Clear as robin's note in spring;
There he lies, so calm, so fair,
All that's left of Stanley Ware!
Fadeless Day for him is won!
Closed his eyes in dreamless rest;
Crossed his hands upon his breast;
Still the tireless, bounding feet
Done with garden, stair, and street,
Hushed the voice that used to ring
Clear as robin's note in spring;
There he lies, so calm, so fair,
All that's left of Stanley Ware!
"O Mamma! 'tis travelers three
Baby, Mary, I will be!"—
So he said but yester-night,
Listening with a boy's delight
To some tale of over sea.
Now the parting winds blow free!
Now his bark is launched from shore,
All its sails set, to explore
Tranquil oceans, islands rare,
As God pilots—Stanley Ware!
Baby, Mary, I will be!"—
So he said but yester-night,
Listening with a boy's delight
To some tale of over sea.
Now the parting winds blow free!
Now his bark is launched from shore,
All its sails set, to explore
Tranquil oceans, islands rare,
As God pilots—Stanley Ware!
Would we call him back to earth?
Back from his immortal birth?
Back from his immortal birth?
