Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A LITTLE OUTSTRETCHED HAND, by CHARLES LOUIS HENRY WAGNER First Line: I'm sometimes very weary Last Line: By baby's outstretched hand. Subject(s): Babies; Infants | ||||||||
I'm sometimes very weary, And life at best seems vain, The future's dark and dreary, The cause I can't explain; I'm in that giant's castle That Bunyan tells about, And held there as a vassal Of grim despair and doubt. Like pilgrims in his story, I've found a key of hope That leads me into glory, And gives me strength to cope With troubles beyond measure (I'm sure you'll understand), That key's my year-old treasure With dimpled, outstretched hand. When my day's work is ended, And I come home to rest, That little hand extended Drives trouble from my breast. Despair, with kindred allies, Is banished like the mist Which flies from wooded valleys When by the sunlight kissed. I take those dimpled fingers And press them to my heart, And in my thoughts there lingers The story they impart. When overwhelmed with sadness My memory I'll command To cheer my soul with gladness By baby's outstretched hand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POET TO HIS BABY SON by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON BABYHOOD by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN INFANCY by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG BALLAD OF THE LAYETTE by WAYNE KOESTENBAUM A TOAST FOR LITTLE IRON MIKE by PAUL MARIANI THE PAMPERING OF LEORA by THYLIAS MOSS ONE FOR ALL NEWBORNS by THYLIAS MOSS IN THE THRIVING SEASON by LISEL MUELLER A DROP OF INK by CHARLES LOUIS HENRY WAGNER |
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