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Famous Short My Child Poems. Short My Child Poetry by Famous Poets

Famous Short My Child Poems. Short My Child Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best My Child short poems

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by George William Russell

A New Being

 I KNOW myself no more, my child,
 Since thou art come to me,
Pity so tender and so wild
 Hath wrapped my thoughts of thee.
These thoughts, a fiery gentle rain, Are from the Mother shed, Where many a broken heart hath lain And many a weeping head.


by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Philosophy

 At morn the wise man walked abroad, 
Proud with the learning of great fools.
He laughed and said, ‘There is no God – ‘Tis force creates, ‘tis reason rules.
’ Meek with the wisdom of great faith, At night he knelt while angels smiled, And wept and cried with anguished breath, ‘Jehovah, God, save Thou my child.


by Ellis Parker Butler

The Poor Boy’s Christmas

 Observe, my child, this pretty scene,
And note the air of pleasure keen
With which the widow’s orphan boy
Toots his tin horn, his only toy.
What need of costly gifts has he? The widow has nowhere to flee.
And ample noise his horn emits To drive the widow into fits.
MORAL: The philosophic mind can see The uses of adversity.


by Hilaire Belloc

Talking (and Singing) of the Nordic Man

 I

Behold, my child, the Nordic man,
And be as like him, as you can;
His legs are long, his mind is slow,
His hair is lank and made of tow.
II And here we have the Alpine Race: Oh! What a broad and foolish face! His skin is of a dirty yellow.
He is a most unpleasant fellow.
III The most degraded of them all Mediterranean we call.
His hair is crisp, and even curls, And he is saucy with the girls.


by Anonymous

THE STARS ARE COMING.

“See, the stars are coming
In the far blue skies;
Mother, look! they brighten;
Are they angels’ eyes?”“No, my child; the lustre
Of the stars is given,
Like the hues of flowers,
By the God of heaven.
”“Mother, if I study,
Sure He’ll make me know
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Why the stars He kindled,
O’er our earth to glow?”“Child! what God created,
Has a glorious aim;
Thine it is to worship,—
Thine to love His name.


by Rabindranath Tagore

The Judge

 Say of him what you please, but I know my child's failings.
I do not love him because he is good, but because he is my little child.
How should you know how dear he can be when you try to weigh his merits against his faults? When I must punish him he becomes all the more a part of my being.
When I cause his tears to come my heart weeps with him.
I alone have a right to blame and punish, for he only may chastise who loves.


by Anonymous

THE BIRD’S NEST.

There’s a nest in the hedge-row,
Half bid by the leaves,
And the sprays, white with blossom,
Bend o’er it like eaves.
God gives birds their lodging,
He gives them their food,
And they trust He will give them
Whatever is good.
Ah! when our rich blessings,
My child, we forget;
When for some little trouble
We murmur and fret;Hear sweet voices singing
In hedges and trees:
Shall we be less thankful,
Less trustful than these?
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