Show FOR THE HBEA1D THE CROSSEYED MULATTO One rainy day while on the street A three year old mulatto child I chanced to meet The youngster looking straight at me Cried Pa Oh Pa with look quite wild Yet full of glee The child was looking in my face watched the chubby cheek and chin What a grimace Internally I said Thank Fate Pm not the p + of uch a skin Or such a pate The little face still full of joy Looked upjat me and then I saw What ailed the boy His pa was walking by my side A man of ponderous lip and jaw He bailed bis pride 1 But if I thanked the Fates that I Was not the pa the baby claimed While passsng by I That father thanked the Fetes that he Was not and could not feel ashamed His pa to be That fathers ftce fond love did show That babys face wag full of joy To overflow Talk as we please there is no love More pure than that which filled that boy Hero or above The baby nothing cared for me The father knew not I was nigh But I could see That in their hearts true love did shiue Like that which lives neer mind the eye Twist mo and nine ABMBSE Salt Laka City April 281833 |