WHEN MY GRETCHEN SINGS.
BY S. B. M'MANUS.
When my Gretchen sings, I somehow forget The day with its worry and care and fret. That my cottage is poor — is poor and plain And brown with the beatings of snow and rain ; That the carpets are thin and the curtains mean, And the pictures are few and far between — I forget all this, when my Gretchen brings The baby, and rocks it and softly sings. The little one close to her dear heart creeps, And it prattles and laughs and smiles and sleeps. Old are the tune3— the words— and yet all, They into my life like a blessing fall. T wonder and ask as I walk the floor Why I am so rich and others so poor ? She guesses my thoughts and she softly sings, And the song in the room like a censer swings.
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Waikato Times, Volume XXVII, Issue 2254, 18 December 1886, Page 1 (Supplement)
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146WHEN MY GRETCHEN SINGS. Waikato Times, Volume XXVII, Issue 2254, 18 December 1886, Page 1 (Supplement)
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