'Children' Tagged Posts

by Anonymous Extracted from Poems and Hymns I think of times as the night draws nighof an old house on the hill,of a yard all wide and blossom-starredwhere the children played at will. And when deep night at last came down,hushing the merry din,mother would look all around and ask,“Are all the children in?” ‘Tis many and many a year since then,and the old house on the hillno longer echoes childish feet and the yard is still, so still. And…