Mother wept, and father sigh’d; <br /> With delight a-glow <br />Cried the lad, “To-morrow,” cried, <br /> “To the pit I go.” <br /> <br />Up and down the place he sped, <br /> Greeted old and young, <br />Far and wide the tidings spread, <br /> Clapp’d his hands and sung. <br /> <br />Came his cronies, some to gaze <br /> Rapt in wonder; some <br />Free with counsel; some with praise; <br /> Some with envy dumb. <br /> <br />“May he,” many a gossip cried, <br /> “Be from peril kept;” <br />Father hid his face and sighed, <br /> Mother turned and wept<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-wept/
