Classic Poem

Bright was the morning and bright was the moon,
Bright was the forenoon and bright was the noon,
Bright was the road down the sunshiny ridge,
Bright was the water and bright was the bridge;
Bright in the light were two eyes in my sight
On the road that I took up to Brenbury Tow'r.
The eyes at my side were my Fanny's, my bride,
The day of my wedding, my wedding's gay hour;
So if you have work in the church to make good,
Here's my bit of silver to buy stone or wood.

Here we took up our child to be bound by a vow
To his Saviour, and mark'd with the cross on his brow,
While his soft little face and two hands were in sight,
But the rest of his shape under long folds of white;
And with little blue eyes to the blue of the skies
There blinking, look'd upward our dear little boy,
That his mother would call, while he'd no name at all,
Her — Dear — and her — Pretty, — her — Love — and her — Joy — :
So if you would put the old building to rights,
I will pay for a stroke — you shall have my two mites.