The sun is brightly shining, Not a cloud is overhead, Yet the heart is repining, And a tear or two is shed. For babyhood is past, The day has come at last When our Bobby starts to school. Father, lend Thy watchful care, Wilt Thou ever present be? Mothers can't be everywhere, They may only trust in Thee. E'er keep him in Thy sight, From morning till the night, When our Bobby goes to school. Bless his little hands that they May away from mischief keep, Round about him in his play, Let no evil shadows creep. May he know, in Thy love, Thou'rt watching from above, When our Bobby is at school. Bless his feet -- lead where is best, Only good for Thee to do, And thus may his life be blessed By the lovely, pure, and true. May his soul give Thee praise, For Thy care through the days, When our Bobby goes to school. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SERVANT TO SERVANTS by ROBERT FROST SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 18 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 7. OF PLEASURE AND PAIN by THOMAS CAMPION THE CONFESSION by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM TO HELEN KELLER by FRANCES BEEBE A DISMISSAL by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON EPISTLE TO ROBERT GRAHAM OF FINTRY, REQUESTING A FAVOR by ROBERT BURNS |