My boy that kept my heart so light

Had work there in the town ;
A lovely boy ! such gold-like hair ;

All curls !" (Her eyes grew dim.)
*• Christ keep him ! He is quiet there

With daisies over him."

She hushed, and turned to go inside.
An earthen floor, ah, me !
A heap of straw (the door was wide)

Was all that I could see.
Yet on the little window, low,

A bright geranium grew ;
' • That' s for my boy, he loved them so ;

He loved these thrushes, too."

' ' Good mother ' ' ' ' Sure but things go ill

In our poor country. Yet
He gives me bread and shelter still ;

It's me He'll not forget."
We parted, for the light was low ;

I turned and looked around :
Lord of us all, can heart' s-ease grow

In such a plot of ground ?




Hn' BABES IS THL WJCC

I KNOW a stxinr. iairer dnmusr snutjer

TTiiTi ani stOTT paimsc n ymr i#uuiiL
You ar« so fflad r ii wil uir imuit yui »!aiDasr

Yet Bsten, -wrifti ^^tiirr prBC} Tesnssfi ii/ucs.
" Is it a fedrr Starr ? "WcL iaitf iar^ —

At least it datti iar back m -ctr-Hr: ot
And <yrm«^ vo -mt ai beamifiL auc ar^

Yet baH. perhagg ^iit iair} Tiafr: fi trut

You had a babr sisifr aac i imifiier

(Two rery damr} Zf^\n»kt n»* viine
Each swecasT ihsn. hi lumgi *::»'-*nr tiH 'fUi/»r ^,

And I, "miko loT-fcd liioi. niiC tUfc! j'.'tt 'ti*rn *rt*r.
