Henrico Riet Poems

Little Jesus, wast Thou shy
Once, and just so small as I?
And what did it feel like to be
Out of Heaven, and j'st like me?
I should think that I would cry
For my house all made of sky.

Hadst Thou ever any toys,
Like us little girls and boys?
And did Thy mother let Thee spoil
Thy robes wit' playing on our soil?
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O it was sad enough,weak enough, mad enough.
Light in thier loving as soldiers can be,
First to risk choosing them, leave alone losing them;
Now, in far battle, beyond the south sea. 👧👨👩

And what my mirror shows me in the morning,
Has more blotch and wrinkle than of gloom;
My eyes, too heretofore all glasses scorning,
Have just a touch of rheum...