This poem was included in the original 1915 edition.
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."
, 6 months ago
The evil that was in store for him if he had lived.
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Jay Bushman , 8 months ago
What is "the evil to come"?