You were ours to cradle in our arms
To love, and cherish all those years,
To watch your sweet life unfold
You left our hearts bowed down in tears.
Thy shining face will ever be
A cherished memory in our dreams,
To lifet us up from earth's dark way
To where God's love will always gleam.
Thy perfectness, thy wish to be
A man, by standards uncondemed,
Of helpfulness, of nobleness
A pattern not reproached by men.
To a pattern of God's only son
Thus hued, a straight and perfect line,
Then God did call thee, Oh, my boy,
And weeping, we are left behind.
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By-His Mother.
Della Hodgson James
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-memory-of-clinton/
