Poems (Curwen)/A little Blue Frock
A Little Blue Frock.
There's a little blue frock I laid away Long years ago; It was only worn one Sabbath day, For an hour or so. My fingers fashioned it with such joy— Such loving pride, To grace the form of a tiny boy, My babe who died.
Long years have passed away since he Was laid to rest, And one by one have babies three Lain on my breast; And eyes of brown, and blue, and grey In turn have smiled, But still fond memory will stray To my lost child.
Through all these years I yet can see His sweet eyes shine, And his fingers as they used to be— Clinging to mine; And his dimpled arm in its sleeve of blue I see once more, Its fairness enhanced by the delicate hue Of the dress he wore.
And from neath the dress peep wee toes sweet, And I beguile Myself with watching two little feet Walk "baby's mile."Only on mother's lap they trod— Those tiny feet, They were only meant for the Kingdom of God And the golden street.
Ah! my first great sorrow came to me When baby died—When they took the little form off my knee, And I laid aside The little blue frock my hands had wrought With so much joy, But death a fairer garment brought For my angel boy.