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WHEN THE CHILDREN ARE HOME. 17
Here's our eldest, his dark hair is threaded with grey,
And the baby—the baby—how old is she pray?
There's our captain—the dandy—and Mollie the pet,
The old loves of the ingle they never forget.
And the two up in Heaven, are they lost to our sight?
Nay, nay, on with the frolic, they're with us to-night.
And O, ho! How we laugh in our joy till we cry
At the pranks of these girls—their old mother and I,
And the grand-children open-mouthed funnily stare
At the tricks of these boys with their silvery hair.
The grand-children? No, no, they are myths, and I say:
Shut the door in their faces and bid them away;
For at our merry feasting we'll have not a gnome
To o'ershadow our hearts when the children are home.
If these boys are not wrestling! Well, I declare!
Here! Keep out of the way; you'll get hit with a chair.
There! I told you; The baby has bumped her dear head;
Do run quickly, O mother! for sugar and bread.
A h ! I wonder if kisses won't answer as well
As in babyhood sorrows,—who is there can tell ?
And now, mother, this wild crew is turning our heads;
Don't you think it is time they were sent to their beds?
So bring hither m y Bible, and kneel 'round m y side,
Keep the children, oh Father! whatever betide,
And watch over their footsteps when w e shall be gone,
And O, guide them safe home at the Heavenly dawn;
And when mother and I through thy shining streets roam
Help us patiently wait till the children are Home.
Object Description
| Title | Leisure Hour Poems by Lydia Hinman Case |
| Creator | Lydia Hinman Case |
| Date | 1882 |
| Physical Description | 177 p. ; 18 cm. |
| Publisher | Danville, Wisconsin: Published by the author, 1882 |
| Resource Type | Text |
| Call Number | PS1268.C38 L4 1882 |
| Identifier | ps1268_c38_l4_1882 |
| Language | English |
| Custodian | Baylor University - Armstrong Browning Library |
| Rights | http://www.baylor.edu/lib/digitization/digitalrights |
| Digital Collection | 19th Century Women Poets Collection |
| Note | "1st ed. Occasional poems, many of thim first published in Chicago newspapers, according to the author." -- Bookseller. Author's inscribed presentation copy: ""Aunt Augusta."/ That you herein/ may find a pleasant leisure/ hour, is the wish of/ The Author." |
| Format | Books |
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| Title | Page 21 |
| Resource Type | Text |
| Rights | http://www.baylor.edu/lib/digitization/digitalrights |
| Digital Collection | 19th Century Women Poets Collection |
| Full Text | WHEN THE CHILDREN ARE HOME. 17 Here's our eldest, his dark hair is threaded with grey, And the baby—the baby—how old is she pray? There's our captain—the dandy—and Mollie the pet, The old loves of the ingle they never forget. And the two up in Heaven, are they lost to our sight? Nay, nay, on with the frolic, they're with us to-night. And O, ho! How we laugh in our joy till we cry At the pranks of these girls—their old mother and I, And the grand-children open-mouthed funnily stare At the tricks of these boys with their silvery hair. The grand-children? No, no, they are myths, and I say: Shut the door in their faces and bid them away; For at our merry feasting we'll have not a gnome To o'ershadow our hearts when the children are home. If these boys are not wrestling! Well, I declare! Here! Keep out of the way; you'll get hit with a chair. There! I told you; The baby has bumped her dear head; Do run quickly, O mother! for sugar and bread. A h ! I wonder if kisses won't answer as well As in babyhood sorrows,—who is there can tell ? And now, mother, this wild crew is turning our heads; Don't you think it is time they were sent to their beds? So bring hither m y Bible, and kneel 'round m y side, Keep the children, oh Father! whatever betide, And watch over their footsteps when w e shall be gone, And O, guide them safe home at the Heavenly dawn; And when mother and I through thy shining streets roam Help us patiently wait till the children are Home. |
| Format | Books |
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