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When A Little Baby Dies Post by :hapajo Category :Poems Author :Edgar A. Guest Date :October 2011 Read :1336

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When A Little Baby Dies

When a little baby dies
And its wee form silent lies,
And its little cheeks seem waxen
And its little hands are still,
Then your soul gives way to treason,
And you cry: "O, God, what reason,
O, what justice and what mercy
Have You shown us by Your will?

"There are, O, so many here
Of the yellow leaf and sere,
Who are anxious, aye, and ready
To respond unto Your call;
Yet You pass them by unheeding,
And You set our hearts to bleeding!
"O," you mutter, "God, how cruel
Do Your vaunted mercies fall!"

Yet some day, in after years,
When Death's angel once more nears,
And the unknown, silent river
Looms as darkly as a pall,
You will hear your baby saying,
"Mamma, come to me, I'm staying
With my arms outstretched to greet you,"
And you'll understand it all.

(The end)
Edgar A. Guest's poem: When A Little Baby Dies

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To The Boy To The Boy

To The Boy
I have no wish, my little lad, To climb the towering heights of fame.I am content to be your dad And share with you each pleasant game.I am content to hold your hand And walk along life's path with you,And talk of things we understand-- The birds and trees and skies of blue.Though some may seek the smiles of kings, For me your laughter's joy enough;I have no wish to claim the things Which lure men into pathways rough.I'm happiest when you and I, Unmindful of life's bitter cares,Together watch the clouds drift by,

Thoughts Of A Father Thoughts Of A Father

Thoughts Of A Father
We've never seen the Father here, but we have known the Son,The finest type of manhood since the world was first begun.And, summing up the works of God, I write with reverent pen,The greatest is the Son He sent to cheer the lives of men.Through Him we learned the ways of God and found the Father's love;The Son it was who won us back to Him who reigns above.The Lord did not come down himself to prove to men His worth,He sought our worship through the Child He placed upon the earth.How can I best express my life? Wherein does greatness