Alice Helen Collins
Thoughts

[handwritten: Fergie Dear

                              With my fond love

                                      A. R. C]

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Thoughts

BY ALICE H. ROGER COLLINS

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  • 1920 —

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PRESS OF THE HUNTER-ROSE CO., LIMITED

TORONTO

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CONTENTS

Thoughts

5

Joys of Life

6

I Think of You

7

The Robin

9

O Mother Mine

10

Little Papoose

11

My Father

12

Little Girl

13

Little Boy

14

The Mother Heart

15

The Reason

17

Keep Him for Me

18

Absence

20

The Tryst

21

April’s Approach

22

A Rosebud

23

A Rose, A Song, A Heart

24

A Prayer for Faith

25

In August

26

You

27

Stay Close

28

December

29

To You

30

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THOUGHTS

Thoughts are like fluttered leaves,

       In Autumn of the year;

For some lie colorless, and dull,

       While others beautiful, in red-

And-gold, appear.

And some we push aside,

       Then pass, nor pause to look;

Others we carry home, and press

        Between the leaves of some revered

And much-loved book.

So take these thoughts of mine,

       With love that is untold;

Reject the worthless, poor and mean;

        But, may you find, gleaming between,

Some “red-and-gold.” [page 5]

JOYS OF LIFE

How full of joy Life is!

       The winds that gently bend the trees,

The birds, the flowers, the humming bees,

       The grasses, skies, and clouds—all these

              Forever say:

“How full of joy Life is!”

How full of joy Life is!

       The winds rejoice e’en when they sigh.

The twinkling stars, clouds scudding by,

       And gay bees bumbling, tell that I

              Should ever say:

“How full of joy Life is.”

How full of joy Life is!

       All nature makes me feel this true,

But, by the stars in Heaven’s blue,

       It’s the most holy soul of you

That makes me know

       How full of joy Life is! [page 6]

I THINK OF YOU

Winter is here

I think of you.

          Now holly berries seem to mock

          The ice and frost and snow;

          And, while the Yule log cheers the home,

          Our hearts are warmed by friendship’s glow

                                              In Winter.

When Springtime comes

I think of you.

          When Nature dons her garb of green,

          And all things new appear,

          Our friendship seems to bud anew,

          And bring us to each other near,

                                              In Springtime.

Sweet Summer

Makes me think of you.

           All through the lazy, lovely days

           Fragrant with scent of flowers,

           Surely the wind will waft to you

           A tale of friendship, that is ours

                                               In Summer.

And Autumn bids

Me think of you,

          For, while the best of earth’s rich store

          From field, and vine, and tree,

          Is safely garnered in, so I

          Harvest dear memories of thee,

                                               In Autumn. [page 7]

So all the time

I think of you.

          Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter come;

          Each season finds me true—

          O, “May your life be filled with joy,”

          Is my best wish to yours and you

                                              For all time. [page 8]

THE ROBIN

Hush! In the woods, up in a tree,

       The first robin is singing for me.

He has a secret he doesn’t want to tell

       But I know the meaning—know it very well.

I’ll not let him see me, even though he try,

       But listen while he sings,

                     “Spring is coming

                                       Bye and bye.”

Out in the woods (sight passing fair),

       The first leaf bud is breathing the air.

She has a secret in her heart of green—

       (I know the meaning though she thinks it can’t be seen)

Though she only breathes it to the passers by

        It is what the robin sings—

                      “Spring is coming

                                         Bye and bye.”

O, little bud! O, little bird!

        I know your secret—know every word.

I have a message better still for you—

       Listen while I whisper. (Every word is true.)

I want you to know that, when buds first appear,

       And when Robin Redbreast sings

                      “Spring is coming,”

                                        SPRING IS HERE. [page 9]

O MOTHER MINE

This is your birthday, Mother Mine!

I wish that I might cull

The sweetest flow’rs that ever grew

And send them every one to you.

But even the fairest flowers that blow

Only a little of my love could show,

                                           O Mother Mine!

This is your birthday, Mother Mine!

I wish that I might make

A symphony of glorious sound

Which, echoing all the world around,

Would tell of all you mean to me,

And all you make me wish that I could be,

                                            O Mother Mine!

This is your birthday, Mother Mine!

I have nor flow’rs nor song;

Only Devotion’s gifts so true—

A heart that loves and honours you—

The thought that all the sky is blue

While God’s in Heaven and I still have you,

                                            O Mother Mine! [page 10]

LITTLE PAPOOSE

Little papoose sleep on, sleep on,

Night is coming soon.

Birds will sleep, shadows creep,

Weird will be the Wind’s tune;

                          And so—

                                     Sleep on,

                                     Sleep on,

                                     Little papoose.

Little papoose sleep long, sleep long,

Dream till Dawn shall come.

Birds will wake, daylight break,

Droning bees will hum;

                           But now—

                                      Sleep long,

                                      Sleep long,

                                      Little papoose. [page 11]

MY FATHER

Thine is a memory that grows more dear,

As all the swift-winged hours and years

                          Go by.

Could I but hear the Still Small Voice as thou,

From dawn of day to cloudy night

(Even in sleep whisp’ring with God my vow

And living all-serenely in His sight)—

Then fervent, pure, devoted, patient Soul,

I should not be ashamed to live,

Nor even fear

                         To die! [page 12]

LITTLE GIRL

Little Girl, with eyes of brown,

I looked up and down the town,

None saw I like you.

Little maids there were with curls,

Frills, and furbelows, and pearls,

None with heart so true.

Little Girl with heart of gold,

Never will our love grow cold,

As Time’s Seasons whirl.

Love will always keep us near,

You’ll be ever dearer, Dear.

Mother’s Darling Girl! [page 13]

LITTLE BOY

O little Boy with the eyes of blue,

And heart of a knight of old,

Can you guess who I think of, while you are at play,

And I am at home and am working away?

              It’s you, Little Boy, it’s you!

O Little Boy that my heart adores,

Whether you’re near or far,

Can you guess who I’ll trust to keep clean, and pure,

And work for the good that will ever endure?

               It’s You, Little Boy, it’s you! [page 14]

THE MOTHER HEART

I had a little boy once and my little boy died.

And when war, with its lust of blood,

Came with all its mad power,

And the boys were called out,

With bugle and shout

(All the British, and Belgian, and German lads),

                         To fight

                                     For their flags;

Then I thought of their mothers, because

I am a mother and my little boy died.

I had a little boy once, and my little boy died.

And when tales of the pain and the woe

Of the mad battle fields

Came to tear us with grief,

And there seemed no relief

For the Belgian, and British, and German lads

                          Who fought

                                  For their flags;

Then my heart wept for each, because

I am a mother and my little boy died. [page 15]

I had a little boy once, and my little boy died.

So I know sorrow’s pain

With its heartache and strain.

And the German and Belgian and British lads

                         Lie dead,

                                 Side by side,

And I grieve for them all, because

I am a mother and my little boy died. [page 16]

THE REASON

I s’pose I should be bright and gay

Because I’ll have a holiday

But I can’t be glad with you away

                             (You wonder why?)

I know a change will do me good;

A change of air, and scene and food;

But still I’d stay here if I could

                             (You wonder why?)

For it will be so hard to go;

The time away from you is slow,

And, Honey, I do love you so!

                             And that is why. [page 17]

KEEP HIM FOR ME

How does she think of him

As he plays in the garden fair?

Too tiny yet to stray afar,

So safe she feels him there.

               Thus does she sing all day

               The mother fond and gay

        “O Jesu, keeper of the lambs,

        The lambs so pure and wee

                                     Keep him for me.”

How does she think of him

When his way in the world he takes,

And she knows that, in Life, the time of youth

Is the time that mars or makes?

              Thus prays she o’er and o’er

              As never she prayed before

       “O Father, when my boy is near

       Evils I cannot see,

                                    Keep him for me.” [page 18]

How does she think of him

When the curse of war is here,

And she knows he has gon