Theres a Fathers hand that guides themall. WITHOUT THE CHILDREN. OH, the weary, solemn silence Of the house without the children! Oh the strange, oppressive stillness Where the children come no moreAh ! the longing of the sleepersFor the soft arms of the children;Ah! the longing for the faces… … Strange to see the little dressesHanging up there all the morning;And the gaiters—ah! their patter,We shall hear it never moreOn our child-forsaken floor! HOME SONGS. 277 What is home without the children ?T is the earth without its verdure,And the sky without its sunshine;Life is withered to the…
Children's poetry
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