I hear the whisp’ring of the shadows now
Assuring me twill come aright somehow
I could not bear to see that handsome face
Placed in a box in some secluded place
Of all the things he truly could not be
Confined to earth’s morose eternity,
So God above, who hears a mother’s plea,
Be kind to him and keep him close to Thee !
AMEN.
Claire V. Bogdanos 