My Childhood's Thoughts.
I thought as I watched the stars at even',
In the dome of the deepening sky,
That the blue was the floor of the beautiful heaven,
The stars the lights of the city high,
That gleamed through the floor, made worn and thin
By the tread of the angels' feet;
The beautiful city wherein no sin
Ever shadowed the life complete.
In the dome of the deepening sky,
That the blue was the floor of the beautiful heaven,
The stars the lights of the city high,
That gleamed through the floor, made worn and thin
By the tread of the angels' feet;
The beautiful city wherein no sin
Ever shadowed the life complete.
When the stars twinkled in bright fitful gleams,
I would wonder in awe who passed by,
And if it were "mother?" (She filled all my dreams
Since she drifted away to the sky.)
Oh, how earnestly I listened, to catch on the air
The sound of her voice in sweet song,
For surely she'd sing in the beautiful There,
As she did here on Earth, oft and long.
I would wonder in awe who passed by,
And if it were "mother?" (She filled all my dreams
Since she drifted away to the sky.)
Oh, how earnestly I listened, to catch on the air
The sound of her voice in sweet song,
For surely she'd sing in the beautiful There,
As she did here on Earth, oft and long.
Perhaps I might see, if I waited, at length
Her face, as she looked down on me,
That face that was full of rare beauty and strength
To the child that once sat on her knee;
But the hours passed by , and the nights and the years,
And the stars filled the skies as of yore,
And my memory is filled with a little child's tears
For the mother, who came nevermore.
Her face, as she looked down on me,
That face that was full of rare beauty and strength
To the child that once sat on her knee;
But the hours passed by , and the nights and the years,
And the stars filled the skies as of yore,
And my memory is filled with a little child's tears
For the mother, who came nevermore.
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