by Gertrude P. McBrown
He Made Me Sing
God knew I’d struggled lone and long,
He heard me crying in the night;
He knew I was not strong
Enough to carry out the fight,
So he drew me from the noisy throng;
And breathed into my soul a song.
The Elf-Man
One sunny Autumn day
When I went out to play,
An Elf-man in a tree
Dropped colored leaves on me.
Twin Heavens
An endless stretch of blue
Flecked with wee silver lights,
A luminous, laughing ball
Brightening the inky nights.
Little brown babies tucked
Away in fleecy beds
While fleeting, fairy dreams
Dance through their drowsy heads.
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These poems are in the public domain. They were originally published in 1927 in Black Opals, a Philadelphia literary magazine.