With troubled look on boyish face,
And all with sobs and sighs,
One hand well hid in chestnut curls,
With wistful, deep brown eyes,
Our darling comes to me to-day
and holds to what he brings.
"Papa, can you untangle this?"
A bunch of tangled strings.
My cherished task I lay aside
To grant him his request:
A rich reward I feel is mine,
A child with a grateful breast.
Howard Agassiz Murrill
Howard Agassiz Murrill was born in 1878. He was a circuit rider, travelling
on horseback to churches all over several counties in Kentucky, Virginia,
and West Virginia. After he became a pastor of a church in Parkesburg, West
Virginia, he compiled his poems and had them published in a little book
called Andiron Songs. This selection from the book was inspired by his
son, born in 1909.
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