The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1898-03-26
The Three Sons.

/ AhS AhEe9 sons i.
nave son, little son, a boy just five
years old,
With eyes of thoughtfuI asrnestness. and
mind of thoughtful mould;
| They tell me that unusual grace I'm all his
ways appears
That my child is grave and wise of heart,
beyond his childish years.
l cannot say how this may be; know his
face is fair,
And yet his chiefest comal,ness is his
sweet and serious air.
Know ms heart Is kind and fond; know
he loVeth me.
But loVeth yet his mother more, with
grateful ferVency;
But tnat which others most admire, is the
thought which fills his mind
Inc 1000 FOR grave inquiring speech, he
everywhere doth find,
SIT9hse questions doth he ask of me, when
We together walk:
ne scarcely thinks as children think, or
talks as children talk
nor cares he much for childish sports
dotes not on bat or ball,
But looks on manhoods ways and works
and aptly mimics all
ms niue heart is busy still, and often
times perplexed
with thoughts about this world of ours,
ana thoughts about the next.
he kheeAs at his dear mothers knee; she
teaches him to pray.
Anu strange, and sweet, and solemn then,
are the words which he will say
On should my gentle child be spared to
manhood's years, like me,
"A hoHer and wiser man 1 trust that he
VIII be;
And when look into his eyes, and stroke
mis- thoughtful brow,
oaFe not think what should feel were
to lose him now.
l nave son. second son, simple child
of three;
I'll not declare how brivbt and fair his
little features be!
no" shVer sweet those tones Of his when
ne prattles on my knee!
10 not think his light blue eye is, like
ms brothers, keen,
NOT ms brow so full Of childish thought |
s5 MS hath ever been;
But mis- little hearts a fountain pure, of |
A'hd ana tender feeling,
anu ms every looks a CLEAN Of light, rich |
depths Of love revealing
men ne walks with me, the country folk
49,, VINO pass us in the street.
WIN speak their JOY. and bless the boy
ne looks so mild and sweet.
a plAytelloW he is to all, and yet, with
WIN sing his little song of love when left
to sport alone.
his presence is like sunshine, sent to glad
ueH nome and hearth,
10 comfort US in all our griefs, and sweet
Should he grow UP to ripper years, God
grant his heart may prove
AS sweet home for heavenly grace, as
now for earthly love;
And II beside his grave the tears our
aching eyes must dim
God comfort US for all the love which we
shall lose in him.
have son, third sweet son; his age
l cannot tell,
For they reckon not by years and months,
Where he has gone to dwell.
10 us FOR fourteen anxious months
his infant smiles were given.
And then he babe farewell to earth and
went to live in heaven!
cannot tell what form his is, what looks
he weareth now, -
Nor guess how bright a glory crowns
his shining Seraph brow
rhe thoughts that fill his sinless soul. the
bliss which he doth feel,
IRE Numbered with the secret things which
God will not reveal
But I know (for God hath told me thisl
that he is now at rest,
Where other blessed infants are-oD tbaIr
SRvior's loving breast.
know his spirit feels no more this weary
load of flesh,
'ut his sleep is bless'd with endless
dreams of Joy for ever fresh.
know the angels fold him close beneath {
their gatherings wings,
md soeth him with q song that breathes
OF heavens divinest things.
We trust that we shall meet our babe Ohis
mother dear and y, :
Where God for aye shall wipe away all !
tears from every eye.
Vhate'er befalls his brethren twain his
bliss can never cease; {
heir lot here may be grief and fear, but
his is certain peace.
men we think Of what our darling is, and
what we still must be:
men we muse on that worlds perfect | :
bliss, and this worlds misery; !
hen we groan beneath this load Of sin L
and feel this grief and pain, t
n! We'd rather lose our other two, than
have him here again.