The Great Surrender

S. CAMPBELL

How tenderly, when we were little children,As evening came they took away our toys,Knowing that night brings rest for tired people;And as we weeping left our childish joys,How gentle were the arms then folded round us,How quiet was the voice that bade us rest,Whispered our toys would all be there tomorrowAnd sleep was best.

And later, when the swiftly lengthening shadowsGathered to show another day was o'er,Some one we knew would very softly enter,Moving with care across the nursery floor.Our toys and dolls had long since been forgotten;We lay at rest, nor wished to understand,Holding in ours, amid the deepening twilight,A well-loved hand.

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