Poems (Argent)/Granny's Boy
GRANNY'S BOY.
(LITTLE KINGSLEY.)
HE has wayward tossing curlsAnd a mouth of sweetest pearls,Oriental in their hue,Dazzling with their lustre new:And his laughter breaks in wordsLike the twitterings of birds.
He has eyes so brown and brightFull of innocence and light,With long lashes sweeping o'erTheir unfathomed childish lore.Oh! he is a thing of joy,Strong and bonnie, Granny's boy!
In the garden running wildHe is Nature's darling child,And the butterflies and beesTry their winsome way to please,Lighting on the choicest flowersTo attract this boy of ours.
Nought he teases in his play,Nought he hurts in any way,He has far too kind a heartIn such pastime to take part;For God's creatures great and smallGranny's boy doth love them all
Granny, with her snow-white hairBeautiful beyond compare,Dearly loves him, and 'tis sweetIn her ears to hear his feetPattering where'er she goes,He a rosebud, she a rose!
Kissing lovingly her lips,Clinging with warm finger-tipsTo her neck all tender wise,As she bends her wistful eyesOn the dear child face that beamsFrom life's floating sea of dreams.
When the evening draweth nearHe will ask in accents clear,For a game of "hide and seek"Till like damask glows his cheek:But, a romp in the old hallGranny's boy loves best of all.
Chivalry will far and wideFlourish where child hearts abide Where the gold head and the grayMingle brightly day by day.Oh! the world is full of joyWhen it loves as Granny's boy!