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Show Borne gircle, j , THE CHILD'S CALL. (The Leader.) He calls with quick, insistent cry, He calls, at work or play; And I must put my business by, And all my books away. He summons me from household cares, I. Back to his sunny room, And up the stairs and up the stairs In happy haste I come. Sweeter than. lark and mavis, dear, And nightingales In May, The little voice so shrill and clear That' I must yet obey. - While up the stairs and to the door . My heart runs on in glee. I hear a. voice I knew of yore, That ever calls for me. Ever through shadow time and sun, - I hear a baby call, That is' not you,' my precious one, That "is not you at all. j Afar, Avhere heavenly waters flow, I 'Mid paradisal calms. All on a sward Avhere lilies blow. The shepherd counts his lambs. Afar, beyond the Avintry cold, ' Upon the heavenly hill, A little lamb a few weeks old, Bleats for his mother still. 0 mother's love and mother's joy! But whili- 1 come in haste, 1 hear another lovely boy Cry from the lonely past. And while I kiss your curls aside, And hold you to my breast, I kiss the little boy that died, That Avill not let me rest. Katherine Tynan. Note. Readers of this tender poem win remember that the author, now Mrs. Hinkson, lost her eldest child, "A little lamb a few Aveeks old." She is the sweetest Irish singer of today. The Leader. |