by Patience Worth
The smile thou cast today
That passed unheeded by the world;
The handclasp of a friend,
The touch of baby palms
Upon its mother's breast-
Whither have they flown
Along the dreary way? Mayhap thy smile
Hath fallen upon a daisy's golden head,
To shine upon some weary traveler
Along the dusty road, and cause
A softening of the hard, hard way.
Perchance the handclasp strengthened
And lodged thee in thy friend's regard.
And where the dimpled hands caress,
Will not a well of love spring forth?
Who knows, but who will tell
The hiding of these fleeting gifts!
Last updated January 14, 2019