Charles Dalmon Poems

No slowworm dropped its tail for him;
No squirrel clicked its heels in scorn;
Because he shared in every whim
Of every little creature born.
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This house of flesh and bone
Which he and I
Together occupy
Together, yet alone
May not belong to me,
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Above the place where children play
A window opens, far away,
For God to hear the happy noise
Made by His little girls and boys.
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