A MOTHER, with her darling Whose four years just had run, Bade him ask God's forgiveness For something he had done; Then left him alone by the garden, In the glow of the setting sun. A moment — and he came flying Back through the blooms of May: 'O mother, I @3did@1 ask Him, And quick I heard him say, "Yes, child, I @3do@1 forgive you; Now you may go and play.'" Ah! with our many lapses, How blest could @3we@1 hear Him say, 'Yes, child, I @3do@1 forgive you; Now you may go and play.' The peace that passeth knowledge Would be in our hearts that day! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEVEN AGAINST THEBES: CHORUS by AESCHYLUS THE DAUGHTER OF THE BLIND by ANNE M. F. ANNAN WHAT IS THE SPIRIT? by KATHARINE LEE BATES EDITHA by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS LETTICE by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY |