Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1876-03-31
POETRY.
From the Christian Union.
My Children,
Gad-About " and g Hang-About.-


BY FANNIE BARROW.
of their "Hsa Gsns s"s fs sha 1Bs Bsres
ER STOwE.
Oh have you heard Of my two little bothers
sweet little wretches, with mischief so rife
Getting me always and ever in pother
.. how love theml plaques of my lifel
Charlie is " Cad. about" If for minute,
Out OF the room am tempted to go.
When L return that wee scamp is not in IT,
And L IN trapshxed in frenzy of woe.
Hark to his shouts With quick. answering cries.
Fast up the stairs fly after the sprite
Find him all rapture and radient eyes,
Out on the roof with his four inch of kite.
"Hullo, mammal Just you come hold her tail,
Then you will see how boo full she'll fly:
Such nice place this is, no ugly rail
To stop my kite going straight up in tn sky /"
All, Heaven. no rail You may hear my heart beat
As clutch him and carry him swiftly away,
Struggling and kicking and crying with heat,
My mamma Is naughty bad dirt on this day"
Meanwhile, little Jamie, my dear little mouse,
So quiet and cunning so uni ike the other
Still sat in his corner, where, building house"
had hoped he'd not care when flew for his
brother.
But when I came in. the sweet rosy lip
Curled down IN the way so heart breaking TO see;
As he sobbed out. " My mar-ma did do way fun
mel"
All. comet" And 1 catch him up quick to my
Kissing eyes cheeks and lips. with sweet murmurs
Till look beatifc of heavenly rest.
Spreads o'er the small face of my comforted dove.
dover He's Hang about Kissing and clinging
Many sweet HTtifce bringing,
That he may go, too, if must 60 out
Which do love best Charlie or james?
Cad ahOmt HanQ-abaut a,,d
Filled to the brim with their mischief aud games
Blessings OF tormentl bilIows of rest
Flooding my life with bright sunshine and Joy;
pI9s sudden @ alarms, alarms; screams songs Of lark
Rest with restless desire to bark
When they're asleep. Soft I creep to their beds
Both upside down, yet how beautiful the pose;
How round the white limbs, how golden the heads
How deep are the dimples on each cheek of rose
Hats of both in the river when travelling we go;
From the raii-ear darts Charlie, with swift impish
J" Wont to see why the steam horse did squeeeh and
sQuedm SO.
While Hang about sqaeeches for me in his seat.
Oh, the lynx eyes the questions the terrible tales
Which they spring like mine. on my horror
Miss Lee paints her cheeks" says one boy to young
Faies,
And her hair al tones oft" chimes the other
sweet dear,
Miss Lee is my guest and young Faies is her lover
AND, while those sweet monsters are shrieking
with g ee,
They break their engagement Oh yes it's all over
And blessing lY) my children. bid goodbye to me-
Life is hard life is breathess life sweet to the core
When those bandits hold carnival in their own
way,
Charles has emptied the inkstand on table on floor
And James cut my silk dress in pieces tO-day.
Yet give me the mischief the riot and noise
The awful disclosures of Rattle and Mouse;
The brain rending questions the crashing of toys,
To house without children, sad silent house.
Nc. pattering footsteps. no singing like birds;
No soft, chubby arms round ones neck elinging
tight:
No upside down, crooked delicious sweet words
In queer little prayers which they offer at
All, God keep them safe for me- j,,st as they are
With the health to do N schief. TO shout, run and
sing.
III race after Charlie with thankful despair,
And help little Jamie to kiss and to cling
For It's rapture, though torment tbs peace though
alright;
lis hush and an uproar in curious poise
But fold them about with my love day and night
Thanking God for my children. m glorious boys.