Call Me Not Back from the Echoless Shore
Published by Chas Magnus, 12 Frankfort St. N.Y.
Call Me Not Back From The Echoless Shore, In Reply To “Rock ME TO SLEEP.”
Why is your forehead deep furrowed with care?
What has so soon mingled frost in your hair?
Why are you sorrowful—why do you weep?
Why do you ask me to "Rock you to sleep?”
Could you but see thro' this worlds vale of tears,
Light would your sorrows be, harmless your fears,
All that seems darkness to you, would be light,
All would be sunshine where now is hut night.
Why would you back-ward with time again turn?
Why do yon still for your childhood's days yearn?
Weary one, why thro' the past again roam,
While, in the future, the path loads you home?
Oh! dearest child! dry those tears, weep no more
Call me not buck from the echoless shore—
Follow me cheerfully, pray do not weep.
In spirit, I'll soothe you, and "Rock you to sleep."