Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
V. Death and BereavementThe Widows Mite
Frederick Locker-Lampson (18211895)A
A puny and decrepit son;
But, day and night,
Though fretful oft, and weak and small,
A loving child, he was her all—
The Widow’s Mite.
She battled onward, nor complained,
Though friends were fewer:
And while she toiled for daily fare,
A little crutch upon the stair
Was music to her.
That, though resigned and cheerful, she
Has sorrowed much:
She has, He gave it tenderly,
Much faith; and carefully laid by,
The little crutch.