Poem by Edgar Lee Masters

Johnnie Sayre

Father, thou canst never know
The anguish that smote my heart
For my disobedience, the moment I felt
The remorseless wheel of the engine
Sink into the crying flesh of my leg.
As they carried me to the home of widow Morris
I could see the school-house in the valley
To which I played truant to steal rides upon the trains.
I prayed to live until I could ask your forgiveness --
And then your tears, your broken words of comfort!
From the solace of that hour I have gained infinite happiness.
Thou wert wise to chisel for me:
”Taken from the evil to come.”

1. Mrs. Benjamin Painter
2. Julia Miller
3. Deacon Taylor
4. Hon. Henry Bennett
5. Josiah Tompkins

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