Folded Eyes See Brighter Colors Than The

I Cannot Speak In Happy Tones; The Tear Drops On My Cheek Show I Am Sad; But I Can Speak Of Grace To Suffer With Submission Meek, Until Made Glad.

Sleep On, Baby, On The Floor, Tired Of All The Playing, Sleep With Smile The Sweeter For That You Dropped Away In! On Your Curls' Full Roundness Stand Golden Lights Serenely-- One Cheek, Pushed Out By The Hand, Folds The Dimple Inly.

But The Child's Sob Curses Deeper In The Silence Than The Strong Man In His Wrath!

Do Ye Hear The Children Weeping, O My Brothers?

Large, Musing Eyes, Neither Joyous Nor Sorry.