Classic Poem

" Thine eyes so blue and tender, "
Sang a poet long ago,
Singing of his absent sweetheart —
For your eyes he could not know.

Little boy with eyes so trusting,
Little boy with cheeks so bright,
Out of all the eyes I've looked in,
Only yours come back to-night.

When the loneliness is heavy,
And the dark seems coming on,
Your dear eyes look out and tell me
That you're sorry I am gone.

Out of all that I have loved so,
Of the many and the few,
Is there one of them, I wonder,
Who is sorry just like you?

Every sick soul has its comfort,
That can make its weakness strong,
Or the cords would snap asunder
Sometime, when the strain is long.

Every soul that doubts and wanders,
Has its priest who intercedes,
Has its saint who brings God nearer,
Mightier than all the creeds.

Little boy, just made for loving,
With your laugh so glad and free,
And your eyes so blue and tender —
You have done all this for me!