I said unto myself, if I were dead,
What would befall these children? What would be
Their fate, who now are looking up to me
For help and furtherance? Their lives, I said,
Would be a volume wherein I have read
But the first chapters, and no longer see
To read the rest of their dear history,
So full of beauty and so full of dread.
Be comforted; the world is very old,
And generations pass, as they have passed,
A troop of shadows moving with the sun;
Thousands of times has the old tale been told;
The world belongs to those who come the last,
They will find hope and strength as we have done.
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Inspiring contemplation
This piece decries in exquisite verse the longing thoughts of any loving parent aging and fearful of lessons untaught to offsprings.
Worrying for that which might of been overlooked in instructions.
A parents roadmap in navigating the life unexperienced as yet by children. Yet eventually in its ending. Provided strength in hopes for them as was through generations past. COMPASSIONS LONGINGS.~suseann
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