Harper, Frances."The Drunkard's Child."
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The Drunkard's Child.
He stood beside his dying child,
With a dim and bloodshot eye;
They'd won him from the haunts of vice
To see his first-born die.
He came with a slow and staggering tread,
A vague, unmeaning stare,
And, reeling, clasped the clammy hand,
So deathly pale and fair.
In a dark and gloomy chamber,
Life ebbing fast away,
On a coarse and wretched pallet,
The dying sufferer lay:
A smile of recognition
Lit up the glazing eye;
"I'm very glad," it seemed to say,
"You've come to see me die."
That smile reached to his callous heart,
Its sealed fountains stirred;
He tried to speak, but on his lips
Feltered and died each word.
And burning tears like rain
Poured down his bloated face;
Where guilt, remorse and shame
Had seathed, and left their trace.
"My father!" said the dying child,
(His voice was faint and low,)
"Oh! clasp me closely to your heart,
And kiss me ere I go.
Bright angels beckon me away,
To the holy city fair--
Oh! tell me, father, ere I go,
Say, will you meet me there?":
He clasped him to his throbbing heart,
"I will! I will!" he said;
His pleading ceased--the father held
His first-born and his dead!
The marble brow, with golden curls,
Lay lifeless on his breast;
Like sunbeams on the distant clouds
Which line the gorgeous west.
By Frances E. W. Harper
From Poems On Miscellaneous Subjects (1854;
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