Author Edgar Alfred Bowring Weep ye not, ye children dear, That as yet ye are unborn: For each sorrow and each tear Makes the father's heart to mourn. Patient be a short time to it, Unproduced, and known to none; If your father cannot do it, By your mother 'twill be done. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments