To A Child Who Died.

Radio Record, Volume VI, Issue 10, 16 September 1932, Unnumbered Page

To A Child Who Died.

"Their angels do behold the face of God." Thus it is written. I can only tell Of these familiar paths that once you trod In summer noons, and hope that all ts well. I can but cite the epileptic child Whose father prayed, "Help thou uvy unbelief," On whom the first Exorcist looked and smiled In grave compassion for his father’s grief. How pitiful, how tentative your thrust Into this life of ours, as I have seen A crocus come when still the winds are keen, _ And Spring a month away. Now you are dust, "And you will no more swing the expectant. gate Upon its loosened hinges, no more. strive With those your'happier peers, who could not ‘wait Upon the road. You will no more contrive To parry or postpone. I somehow think The little pomp we made for you ‘imparted Some dignity to us upon the brink Of that small grave, O still, O silent-hearted.

G.R.

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