Poetry of Kansas

The Working Man.

Dear wife, I don't know what to do__
     I have done my very best
To gain a home for you,
     And a place for you to rest.
I have traveled hard all day,
     Till my poor head does throb-
I would work for little pay,
     If I could only find a job.
O wife, to hear our children crying for bread,
     While our clothes are in a plight,
It would be better if we were dead,
     And roaming with the angels of light.
O wife, why do not look so sad;
     Let me kiss those tears away;
For I know it is too bad
     That I can't find work to-day.
Do not weep, dear wife,
     Come lay your head upon my breast,
It may be misery in this life,
     But in heaven there is rest.
But, wife, I will try again,
     To find some work to-day;
We will not give up in vain__
     While to heaven we will pray.

__Emory T. Burfield.

Poets and Poetry of Kansas
Edited by Thomas W. Herringshaw
(Chicago: American Publishers' Association. 1894)
Page 253

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