Harry Graham: Presence of Mind
When, with my little daughter Blanche,
I climbed the Alps, last summer,
I saw a dreadful avalanche
About to overcome her;
And, as it swept her down the slope,
I vaguely wondered whether
I should be wise to cut the rope
That held us twain together.
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I must confess I'm glad I did,
But still I miss the child – poor kid!