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Poems (Odom)/The Head that Sheltered Mine

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4713429Poems — The Head that Sheltered MineMary Hunt McCaleb Odom
THE HEAD THAT SHELTERED MINE.

INSCRIBED TO MY FATHER AND MOTHER, MR. AND MRS. HARPER P. HUNT, VICKSBURG, MISS.

"Your hair is still as dark, dear wife.As when we both were young,And scarcely one gray thread I findAmid your tresses strung;Your clear brown eyes look into mineWith all their early light;I gaze into their depths and feelI am not old to-night.
"Yet thirty years have laid their leavesIn blossom on your brow,Since my young bosom thrilled to hearYour low-toned bridal vow.Thrice ten sweet years for me have borneTheir fruitage in your life—A harvest of unfailing love,My noble, dear old wife.
"And here we sit alone to-night,The wind wails through the trees,No little ones are clinging nowNor toddling round our knees.The brown-eyed boy who lies asleepUpon the old hill's brow,Of all our little nurslings, isOur only baby now.
"The others we have lost as well,God knows—perhaps 't is best—They fill their places in the world,We hold the empty nest.I sometimes think, dear wife, that IWould like to turn the tide,And fling it backward till I stoodA bridegroom at your side.
"Would tread the early years againOn upward day by day,With children's laughter ringing outOnce more in joyous play.We were so very happy then,Our little ones were ours:But time has swept them from our armsAs fruit must follow flowers.
"Now you and I together standBeneath life's falling snow,To meet the winter as we metThe spring of long ago.My hair is almost white, but yoursIs dark and rippling yet,As in the sweet dawn of the year,Sweet wife, when first we met."
The soft brown eyes look up to his,A trembling hand is laidUpon the snowy locks that timeAnd care have caused to fade.A tender smile of perfect loveBreaks like a sudden dawnUpon her face, then tear-drops comeBefore the smile is gone.
"Ah! love, the storms of life have beatOn your uncovered browAs fiercely as the wind that sweepsAbout the old house now;But from the tempest and the snow,With love almost divine,This dear old head has always bentAnd ever sheltered mine."