THE CHILD’S WISH GRANTED

Do you remember, my sweet, absent son, How in the soft June days forever done You loved the heavens so warm and clear and high; And, when I lifted you, soft came your cry,— “Put me ’way up,—’way up in blue sky”? I laughed and said I could not,—set you down Your gray eyes wonder-filled beneath that crown Of bright hair gladdening me as your raced by, Another Father now, more strong than I, Has borne you voiceless to your dear blue sky.