The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1886-04-07
Written for the Sunday Sentinel.
THE BABY'S "BY-BY."
BY ALBERT THAYER.

There lived bust by the noisy street
That led me to my daily task,
A baby girl. With pIattle sweet,
With wondering eyes and busy feet,
1t down the walk would run to ask
OF all who went and came that way,
To stop and speak and rby-by" say.
looked and smiled, and when did
The child spake MP and gTavelS bid
Ne too to say the sweet "by-by;''
1t babe me say, baby, by-by.'
For, with the coming and the going
The baby words a meaning mad.
And this the child, so wise and knowing,
Wen knew, and so to all it said
''By-by," the baby words, "by-by;'
1t said to all its sweet "by-by."
The young, the old, they came and went
The weary and the sad of heart,
And they who under burdens bent,
And they whose years were almost spent;
All OF this weary world part,
All lightly or did sadly smile,
As each in turn did pause the while
To greet the child when it would say
The baby words that all the day
II spake, to them that went and came.
To each and all il spake the same,
For with the coming and the going
The baby words a meaning had;
And this the child. so wise and knowing,
Well knew, and so to all il said,
by by the baby words by by"
1t SAID to all the sweet ''by by"
The deepening shades OF gloomy night,
AS homewaId once tread my way,
Oppressed the earth; the faint starlight
Showed dimly where the busy spright,
In patience sweet fingered TO say
The words that were balm TO heal
The stricken soul that it might feel
That blighted hopes, that worldly cares,
That haunt us n this world of tears,
Are transient things that soon no mere
VIII hold us from that peaceful shore.
For with my coming and my going,
SO weary of the world was,
The child that was so wise and knowing
Had seen and understood the cause.
by by" the baby words ''bv by
1t spoke the restful, sweet "by by"
When next did pass the busy throng,
An awesOme stiffness reigned DER all.
The cage bird sang no morning song;
The pony felt the loss and hung
His haggy head. Al baby's call
No more the watchful dog would come
To romp and play. for death had done
His cruel work. A little shoe,
broken doll, a stocking, too,
About the idle fountain lay
Midst footprints made in childish play
And Oh within that house of mourning
A mothers bleeding heart does break,
As with her child so wise and knowing
She vsinly pleads to hear il speak
To say to her the sweet by by
once more to her its sweet by by
ha,, aarna tbaF ,7p train IN hear
To It's long home that precious one,
And as it passed did not hear
spirit voice say sweet and clear
by by To ne; Gods will done?
Then feel deep darkness on the Land;
And as on PatmOs one did sand
IN visions wrspt, to see revealed
Gods wOndrous work, TO him unsealed.
So in awe and tremble stood
O'whelmed in that PlutOnian flood.
But soon a mighty rushing sound
Was heard, and in vision bound
! saw the darkness backward rolled
I saw the gates Of Heaven unfold,
And Just within the shining light
I saw the child in robes of white.
Its sheeny hair OF golden hue,
It's wondering eyes OF sOftening hue,
Us sweet sad face where still appears
The damp made by a mothers tears
! saw it all. and round it stosd
sister and brotherhood
OF angels listening, while il told
How one did wait without the fold
For tidings that his work is done,
For tidings that his race is run.
When brighter, brighter grew the light;
On glistening wings it took its fight,
That angel child to realms above,
Where all is rest and all is love.
But as the vision passed away.
Deep from the depths heard one say:
oh mortal Man trust thou the Lord,
BE patient, wait, and trust His Word