Two little shoes laid away in the drawer,
Treasured so fondly--never to be worn;
Two little feet laid away in the tomb,
Cold and all lifeless--sadly we mourn.
What trifling things does not a mother keep,
Tokens of love the swelling heart to ease;
Useless little toys--a lock of golden hair;
Something to fondle--to cherish like these
Two little shoes laid away in the drawer,
Treasured so fondly, never to be worn!
These little shoes are only left us now;
Gone is our "darling," ever to remain;
Dear little feet, so plump and all dimpled,
Never will press them--never again!
But heavenly thoughts shall cheer me on my way:
Death is but life, in fairer, sunnier view;
Busy little feet but just run on before;
This is my solace as my tears bedew
Two little shoes laid away in the drawer,
Treasured so fondly, never to be worn.