Motherhood by Isabel Richy

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D.C. · Nov 5, 1903

Motherhood

By Isabel Richy

GOOD-BY, little boy, good-by, I never had thought of this, That some day I'd vainly sigh For the baby I used to kiss; That into his corner a man would grow, And I should not miss him nor see him go, Till all of a sudden the scales would fall, And one be revealed to me, straight and tall, Then I should be startled, and sadly cry: “Goody-by, little boy; good-by!”

Good-by, little boy, good-by, You are going despite my tears. You can not, and neither can I, Successfully cope with the years. They fit for the burden that all must bear, And then, at their pleasure, they place it there. I love you, too, but my heart is sore For the child who has gone to return no more, And deep in my bosom I sadly cry: “Good-by, little boy; good-by!” — Isabel Richy.