MY LITTLE GIRL
Your smiles have faded into frowns,
Your eyes have lost their glow of brown,
Your lips are numb, hides your teeth of pearl,
Why lose this beauty, my little girl?
The roses in the garden, are drooping and dying
Since they know of your tears and sighing,
This puts a crape o’er the whole wide world
Bring back this beauty, my little girl.
I listen to the birds when I’m alone
And they have lost their silver tone;
Sometimes they’re mute, and feathers all curled,
There’s another beauty lost, my little girl.
Now the sun came up but refused to shine,
It was lost from your presence and love divine,
The clouds drifted by, fastly in a whirl,
I want you and the sunshine, my little girl.
There was a day that was dear to me
When we sailed across loves bright sea,
There we saw only water, sky and love
And this was a blessing from our God above
But soon our boat ran into a snirl,
And gone was our beauty, my little girl.
A POET’S WIFE
Has a miserable life
As he sits and thinks from sun to sun,
There he dreams of the lakes and dells
Her poor heart just beats by spells.
But when he’s back from those beautiful scenes
She looks in his eyes and the love-light gleams.
A FROSTY MORN
Spring’s early blossoms
Are sleeping in their grave,
Oh! how the sun did shine,
For their lives it tried to save.