Mother And Child
One night a tiny dewdrop fell
Into the bosom of a rose,-
“Dear little one, I love thee well,
Be ever here thy sweet repose!”
Seeing the rose with love bedight,
The envious sky frowned dark, and then
Sent forth a messenger of light
And caught the dewdrop up again.
“Oh, give me back my heavenly child,-
My love!” the rose in anguish cried;
Alas! the sky triumphant smiled,
And so the flower, heart-broken, died.
Eugene Field
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