My Will
I’m slow to anger when trouble comes,
For this is just my build,
And to hurt the feelings of another
Is usually against my will.
Olegria — Composed May 27, 1920
Around me at twilight shadows fall,
From the beautiful heavens is a childish call.
That has haunted me for years and years,
Through my bitter sighs and salty tears,
It’s Olegria, my little unseen.
Ah! there’s my little darling one
To pay me a visit, at the setting of the sun.
Be seated here love, on the green sod,
You’re a little blessing from our own God,
Olegria, my little unseen.
Now listen to the dream, of daddy’s golden hour,
But awakened from his slumber by the down twinkling shower.
Then I tried to stroke your beautiful brown hair,
But the breath of a moment banished you into the air,
’Twas farewell Olegria, my little unseen.