To My Children
And all things sad betide you,
I would return to you again
And just sit down beside you.
So take this little book of mine
And feel that I am near you.
O, do not let your heart repine,
I'd comfort you and cheer you.
For in this book I'd still be near,
To comfort you and love you;
Your mother lives again, my dear,
And skies are bright above you.
So look upon my face and know
I still would give you pleasure;
Your cup of joy I would o'erflow
With joy and peace and leisure.
Then smile though clouds are dark,
The sun shines still above;
Don't drift, but anchor your bark
In God's great boundless love.
__Nettie Squire Sutton.
A Book of Poems
Nettie Squire Sutton
(Minneapolis, KS: Messenger Press. n.d.)