<i>Air -- "Gypsy's Warning"</i> <br /> <br />Andrew was a little infant, <br />And his life was two years old; <br />He was his parents' eldest boy, <br />And he was drowned, I was told. <br />His parents never more can see him <br />In this world of grief and pain, <br />And Oh! they will not forget him <br />While on earth they do remain. <br />On one bright and pleasant morning <br />His uncle thought it would be nice <br />To take his dear little nephew <br />Down to play upon a raft, <br />Where he was to work upon it, <br />An this little child would company be -- <br />The raft the water rushed around it, <br />Yet he the danger did not see. <br /> <br />This little child knew no danger -- <br />Its little soul was free from sin -- <br />He was looking in the water, <br />When, alas, this child fell in. <br />Beneath the raft the water took him, <br />For the current was so strong, <br />And before they could rescue him <br />He was drowned and was gone. <br /> <br />Oh! how sad were his kind parents <br />When they saw their drowned child, <br />As they brought him from the water, <br />It almost made their hearts grow wild. <br />Oh! how mournful was the parting <br />From that little infant son. <br />Friends, I pray you, all take warning, <br />Be careful of your little ones.<br /><br />Julia A Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-andrew/
