 | Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay |  |
IN MEMORY OF A CHILD
The angels guide him now,
And watch his curly head,
And lead him in their games,
The little boy we led.
And watch his curly head,
And lead him in their games,
The little boy we led.
He cannot come to harm,
He knows more than we know,
His light is brighter far
Than daytime here below.
He knows more than we know,
His light is brighter far
Than daytime here below.
His path leads on and on,
Through pleasant lawns and flowers,
His brown eyes open wide
At grass more green than ours.
Through pleasant lawns and flowers,
His brown eyes open wide
At grass more green than ours.
With playmates like himself,
The shining boy will sing,
Exploring wondrous woods,
Sweet with eternal spring.
The shining boy will sing,
Exploring wondrous woods,
Sweet with eternal spring.
| Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay | |