A little book of tribune verse A number of hitherto uncollected poems, grave and gay |
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MAMMA'S VALENTINE.
Baby came toddling up to my knee,
His chubby features all aglow,
“Dess I'se doin' to be 'oor beau,
See what oo' dot from me!”
A valentine from my baby boy!
A crumpled sheet and a homely scrawl,
In a baby hand—that was all—
Yet it filled my heart with joy.
His chubby features all aglow,
“Dess I'se doin' to be 'oor beau,
See what oo' dot from me!”
A valentine from my baby boy!
A crumpled sheet and a homely scrawl,
In a baby hand—that was all—
Yet it filled my heart with joy.
Broken my heart and white my hair,
And my mother eyes are used to weep,
My little boy is fast asleep
In the churchyard over there.
What shall be mamma's valentine?
The spirit touch of the baby hand,
A baby voice from the spirit land,
Singing a song divine.
And my mother eyes are used to weep,
My little boy is fast asleep
In the churchyard over there.
What shall be mamma's valentine?
The spirit touch of the baby hand,
A baby voice from the spirit land,
Singing a song divine.
February 14th, 1883.
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