Poems of emotional love, and other poems . their childish eyes,They gazed on his work in great surprise All wonderingly. And then as they watched beside the door, The suns last rayWent sloping across the white sand floor At close of the heart of the builder thrilled with his days work he was satisfied And went away. That night in his sleep he tossed about And restless layTil rose the sun as the tide went out At break of day. 92 POEMS OF EMOTIONAL LOVE Then eagerly to the beach aloneHe hurried, but lo! his house of stoneHad washed away. And all of his dreams were shattered th
Poems of emotional love, and other poems . their childish eyes,They gazed on his work in great surprise All wonderingly. And then as they watched beside the door, The suns last rayWent sloping across the white sand floor At close of the heart of the builder thrilled with his days work he was satisfied And went away. That night in his sleep he tossed about And restless layTil rose the sun as the tide went out At break of day. 92 POEMS OF EMOTIONAL LOVE Then eagerly to the beach aloneHe hurried, but lo! his house of stoneHad washed away. And all of his dreams were shattered there— The joys hed , he could not know in his despair, Nor understand;But he learned full well as the years went pastThat a house, though of stone, could never last Built on the sand. WE MAY NOT KNOW We may not know and cannot seeThat rough roads prove the often tis impossible To feel that we are blestWhen things turn out so difTerent From what we wish them toAnd bring us disappointments When we long for joys but Four Years Old and Naught}- AND OTHER POEMS 95 LITTLE BESS Face all dirt and dimples, matted curls of hair,Eyes—one scarce can see them for the mischief made just for kisses and my years old and naughty is my little Bess. Mud pies spill their juices on the pure white gown,Chubby cheeks show traces where the tears run down,Fearful lest Ill chide her for her carelessness,Yet I only clasp and kiss my little Bess. Ah! I spoil my darling as each day goes byAnd the wee one knows it just as well as I;Yet shes such a baby, and I must confessThere was neer another quite so sweet as Bess. And I look beyond her into future a womans sorrow and a womans therell be no mothers soft hand to caressAnd to wipe the tear-stained cheeks of little Bess. So I like to watch her when shes havin funPlaying in the garden in the shining if in the mud pies she finds happiness,I have not the heart to scold my waywa
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