PARENTAL RECOLLECTIONS - Raymond Knister Poems

 
 

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PARENTAL RECOLLECTIONS

A child's a plaything for an hour;
    Its pretty tricks we try
For that or for a longer space;
    Then tire, and lay it by.

But I knew one, that to itself
    All seasons could controul;
That would have mock'd the sense of pain
    Out of a grieved soul.

Thou, straggler into loving arms,
    Young climber up of knees,
When I forget thy thousand ways,
    Then life and all shall cease.