Recalled although too young in year
and long before my entry here
Misunderstood your gifts brought fear
your knowing words few cared to hear
The masses thought you were quite queer
at wisdoms voiced they all would sneer
No thriving in such atmosphere
you yielded to the waiting bier
Throughout my life I’ve felt you near
your whispered songs so sweet so clear
My muse and guide I do revere
deep in my heart I hold you dear
Copyright © Murrsma 2014
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In thanks and honor to my muse: Published in 1932, when Lindbergh’s baby first went missing, the following poem was written by my Grandmother and muse Marie Quaid Baumer (AKA, Mary Francis Quaid Baumer).
Prayer for Lost Baby
Dear White Savior when it’s night
and winter’s stars blink coldly bright
and in the day while he’s away
guard Lindy’s little one we pray
on those who stole him as he slept
let thy strong fingers firm be kept
that thou might halt them ere they make
a baby suffer for money’s sake
White Spirit of Jesus with thy might
loan those that search all-seeing sight
so Lindy Junior soon may be
home in his own little nursery
Shepherd of children let thy light
shine down on the lost little one tonight
