Poems of emotional love, and other poems . of years. What is the matter, dear? said T. Come, sit on my lap and tell me is foolish indeed for you to cry This way oer a broken doll. For soon we can get you another one That will close her eyes and nod her head And say Mamma, and, oh! what funWell have with her, I said. 84 POEMS OF EMOTIOXAL LOVE But her sobs increased, and she cried, Ah, me! To think she is only a sawdust doll,And I have tried so carefully To keep her from a fall. And that is the reason why I feel So bad; it is breaking my heart, you see, Because my dolly isnt real And fle
Poems of emotional love, and other poems . of years. What is the matter, dear? said T. Come, sit on my lap and tell me is foolish indeed for you to cry This way oer a broken doll. For soon we can get you another one That will close her eyes and nod her head And say Mamma, and, oh! what funWell have with her, I said. 84 POEMS OF EMOTIOXAL LOVE But her sobs increased, and she cried, Ah, me! To think she is only a sawdust doll,And I have tried so carefully To keep her from a fall. And that is the reason why I feel So bad; it is breaking my heart, you see, Because my dolly isnt real And flesh and bones like me. Poor little dear! In her sore distress She had come to me with a broken heart To be comforted, but I must confessThat I badly played my part. For I only rumpled the curls of hairAnd suddenly turned my face away And said: Well, sweetheart, dont yovi run on out and play. And I thought how often w^e older onesWaste the best of life on a sawdust doll Only to find no flesh and bonesWhen we chance to let it The Little Girls Heart Was Well Nigh Broke AND OTHER POEMS 87 EVERY BACK ITS BURDEN Every life has its own secret sorrow,Every back its burden has to bear, Every heart is hopeful that the morrow May end doubt or vanquish pain and care. Every man, no matter what his station, Yearns for something just beyond his clasp And would yearn, no doubt, though all creationWere but held within his conquering grasp. Step by step we climb lifes rugged mountain,Thirstily we grope across the plain. Yet when reached, the summit or the fountainIs not all that we had hoped to gain. Life is past our power of tis useless for us to contend. But there is a comfort in believingThat a victry waits us in the end. If we smile through tears that nearly blind us,And bend low to pass beneath the bars, If we falter not to look behind us. But with faith climb on toward the stars. 38 POEMS OF EMOTIONAL LOVE GODS MASTERPIECE Of all the things God ever made, Inan
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