Poems (Hoffman)/Baby May
BABY MAY
I cannot mourn for you to-day Amid life's dizzy whirl,I miss you since you went awayAnd yet I cannot truly sayThat I would wish you back to-day, Dear little angel girl!
I cannot sigh for you, or weep, It may seem strange and wrong,But woman's path at best is steepIts troubled waters dark and deepAnd oh, so tranquil is thy sleep, So tranquil and so long!
Sometimes I half rejoice to know Thy little weary feetShall never stumble tired and slowUp life's hard road of sin and woeBut evermore rejoicing go Along the golden street;
And then sometimes a magic book Seems opened to my eyesWhere on fair scenes I long may look,Where smiles thy face from flowery nookOr calm as when thy spirit took Its journey to the skies.