HER husband died before her babe was born Two years ago. @3Converted?@1 Doubt and grief, Poor soul! she felt. Her Methodist creed forlorn Gave but a lenten substance of relief. To-day, beneath the piteous gaze of morn, Her child is dying. On his little brow Descends the veil, and all is over now -- Not yet! not yet! For suddenly he springs, As who perceived the gleam of golden wings. "Dada!" he cries, he knows his father's face Ne'er seen before. O God, Thou giv'st the grace! O widowed heart! They live in Heaven's fair light, Your husband with his boy. The child was right. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HUNTER'S SONG by WILLIAM BASSE THE LAST MAN: EXTREME ACCLIVITY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES FALSE LOVE AND TRUE LOGIC by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD GRISELDA: CHAPTER 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 7 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SONG OF THE SEA ROVER by GAMALIEL BRADFORD DEATH by STOPFORD AUGUSTUS BROOKE CLEVEDON VERSES: 7. NORTON WOOD (DORA'S BIRTHDAY) by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 29 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |