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HIS FIRST DAY AT SCHOOL
[Welland Telegraph October 26, 1903]
She lost her little boy to-day;
Her eyes were moist and sweet
And tender, when he went away
To hurry down the street.
She stood there for the longest while
And watched and watched him; then
She said-and tried to force a smile–
“He’ll not come back again.”
Inside the house her tears would come
She sank into a chair,
And sobbed above the battered drum
And trumpet lying there.
The sunshine stole into the place–
It only made her sad
With thinking of the pretty grace
His baby tresses had.
She minded all his little ways,
She went to see his crib
Up in the attic; then to gaze
At platter, spoon and bib,
And all the trinkets he had thought
So fair to look upon–
Each one of them this murmur bro’t;
“My little boy has gone.”
She wandered through the house all day,
To come on things he’d left,
And, oh! She missed his romping play
And felt herself bereft!
When he came home, with shining eyes
To tell of school’s delight,
She kissed and held him, motherwise,
With something of affright.
This is the pain in mothers’ hearts
When school days have begun;
Each knows the little boy departs
And baby days are done.
Each mother fain would close her ears
And hush the calling bell,
For, somehow, in its tone she hears
The sounding of a knell.
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