@3OB.@1 OCT. 12, 1879 @3Aug.@1 1875 BRIGHT skies, bright sea -- All happy things That, borne on wings, Cleave the long distance, glad and free -- A boat -- swift swirls Of foam-wake -- boys and girls And innocence and laughter -- She Was there, and was so happy; and I said: -- "God bless the children!" @3Oct.@1 1879 @3Dead!@1 @3Dead@1, say you? "Yes, the last sweet rose Is gathered" -- Close, O close, O, gently, gently, very gently close Her little book of life, and seal it up To God, who gave, who took -- O bitter cup! O bell! Of folding grave -- O mother, it is well -- Yes, it is well. He holds the key That opens all the mysteries; and He Has blessed our children -- it is well. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BY THE FIRESIDE by ROBERT BROWNING WHITE FIELDS by JAMES STEPHENS TO MR. BLEECKER, ON HIS PASSAGE TO NEW YORK by ANN ELIZA BLEECKER |