You were ours to cradle in our arms <br />To love, and cherish all those years, <br />To watch your sweet life unfold <br />You left our hearts bowed down in tears. <br />Thy shining face will ever be <br />A cherished memory in our dreams, <br />To lifet us up from earth's dark way <br />To where God's love will always gleam. <br /> <br />Thy perfectness, thy wish to be <br />A man, by standards uncondemed, <br />Of helpfulness, of nobleness <br />A pattern not reproached by men. <br /> <br />To a pattern of God's only son <br />Thus hued, a straight and perfect line, <br />Then God did call thee, Oh, my boy, <br />And weeping, we are left behind. <br /> <br />* * * * * * * <br /> <br />By-His Mother.<br /><br />Della Hodgson James<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-memory-of-clinton/
