And the dear ones around you, full of love,
Are preparing the way to Heaven above.
My Lillian.
My lovely, sweet Lillian, with eyes so brown,
And hair like the softest of thistledown;
I clasp you, my darling, close to my heart,
And pray that heaven will never us part.
My joy you are, truly, I love you so much,
And hope no rude winds will ever you touch;
My child, may God bless you, His tenderest care,
To watch over you gently, my dear one so fair.
Swope Park.
Mother, dear, do let us go
Out to Swope Park; now don’t say no;
We love the green, the flowers, the trees,
The humming birds, the bumble bees.
The silvery lake, the running stream,
Last night I saw it in my dream;
The sky is bluer, the keen air
Is more invigorating there.
Oh mother, dear, it is such fun
Out on the grassy slopes to run
The birds sing sweetly in the trees,
And listen to the whispering breeze.
The frisky rabbits run around
For bits of food that’s to be found
Over land and meadow free
Where sweet blossoms and the bee
Boldly sucks the honey out,
From flower to flower they fly about.
And the Sun in golden streams
Over more than twelve hundred acres beams.