Once there was a little girl And her friends loved her dear -- Her parents loved their little one, She did their hearts cheer. They loved their hearts cheer. They loved their little darling, As with them she did roam, They called her little Susan, The pride of their home. Blue eyes had little Susan, And light flaxen hair, And she was a pleasant child to see, So beautiful and fair. With her parents she will never more On earth with them roam -- They loved their little Susan, The pride of their home. Her parents had more children, There were nine of them all -- There are eight of them living, For God but one called. The flower of their family God called to his home, It was their little Susan, The pride of their home. Her friends will not forget her, Though she died years ago -- It was John H. Moore's daughter, Her age was four years old. She is waiting in heaven, Waiting for her friends to come And be with their little Susan, The pride of their home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PENITENTIAL PSALM: 130. DE PROFUNDIS by THOMAS WYATT THE BURIED LIFE by MATTHEW ARNOLD MISADVENTURES AT MARGATE; A LEGEND OF JARVIS'S JETTY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM FRAGMENT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ENVY; A FRAGMENT by JANE BOWDLER THE THEATRE-CURTAIN by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 2 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |