The Jealous Boy

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Title:     The Jealous Boy
Author: Dinah M. Mulock Craik [More Titles by Craik]

WHAT, my little foolish Ned,
Think you mother's eyes are blind,
That her heart has grown unkind,
And she will not turn her head,
Cannot see, for all her joy,
Her poor jealous little boy?

What though sister be the pet--
Laughs, and leaps, and clings, and loves,
With her eyes as soft as dove's--
Why should yours with tears be wet?
Why such angry tears let fall?
Mother's heart has room for all.

Mother's heart is very wide,
And its doors all open stand:
Lightest touch of tiniest hand
She will never put aside.
Why her happiness destroy,
Foolish, naughty, jealous boy?

Come within the circle bright,
Where we laugh, and dance, and sing,
Full of love to everything;
As God loves us, day and night,
And _forgives_ us. Come--with joy
Mother too forgives her boy.

[The end]
Dinah M. Mulock Craik's poem: Jealous Boy

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