ÒAll WiteÓ
To Little Harold Crosby
To Little Harold Crosby
The Frazees with
little Harold Crosby, son of Sumner Crosby--IsaacÕs publisher at the South Coast News.
I found a little
cherub
Who had rolled down
Heavens stair,
The blue of
skies was in his eyes,
And sunlight in
his hair.
And when I ran
to pick him up,
He chuckled with
delight
And says to me
confidingly
ÒAll
wite.Ó
This was the
message which he brought
From Heaven,
when he came.
And though they
call call him ÒHaroldÓ
WeÕll have to
change his name
To one of larger
meaning
And heavenly
delight,
GodÕs blessing
on thee little man
ÒAll wite.Ó
