Select Poetry.

Thames Star, Volume XIII, Issue 4260, 26 August 1882, Page 1

Select Poetry.

'..* MY OWST. Brown heads and gold around my bice ; Dispute in eager play, Sweet childish voices in my ear Are sounding all the day; Yet, sometimes, in a ffadden hnfih, ■ I seem to hear a tone Such as my little boy's had been If I had kept my own. And when, oftimes, they come to me, As evening hours grow long, . And beg me whmingly to give A story or a song, I see a pair of star-bright eyes Among the others shine — The eyes of him who ne'er has been, - . , Story or song of mine. At night I go my rounds and 1 pause Each white-draped cot beside, And note how flushed is this one's cheek, Howthat one's curls lie wide; Arid to a comer tenantless " ' "'My swift thoughts fly apace— T^at would have been, if he had lived, ' My other darling's place. •The years go last; my children soon Within the world of men > - Will find their work, and venture Jbrth, Not to return again; ■ But there is one who cannot go— ■ ■ i I shall not be alone: , - The little boy who never lived Will always be my own. The Century.