The Home Circle by Howard Glyndon

Seventh-day Adventist Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Oct 19, 1882

The Home Circle.

By Howard Glyndon

BROKEN TOYS.

I FOUND my baby girl to-day Asleep upon the floor, The space around her little form With playthings scattered o'er. Her hands were nestled 'neath her chin, And one still firmly held A broken toy, whose novel charm As yet was undispelled. There lingered still about the mouth And on the brow a trace Of thought, half grieved and half perplexed, As if the tiny face Already had begun to learn The look it was to wear In years to come. I stooped to kiss Away the mimic care, And as I laid her, still asleep, Within her nest-like bed, And smoothed the cradle's pillow for The weary little head, I thought how we of larger growth, When tired of pains and joys, With that same look, fall fast asleep Amid our broken toys! And then the Father, stooping, takes The tired head to his breast; And smooths the furrow from the brow, And bears us to our rest. —Howard Glyndon.