All the children

Came across a lot of handwritten quotes when going through old papers. Here's one of many.

Are All the Children In?

by Alice Pearson, Heartspun  and Homespun Poems

(recorded at the end of Dr. Dobson's book, Dare to Discipline)

I think of times as night draws nigh,

Of an old house on the hill,

And of a yard all wide

And blossom-starred

Where the children played at will.

And when the night at last came down

Hushing the merry din,

Mother would look around and ask,

"Are all the children in?"

Oh, it's many and many a year since then,

And the old house on the hill 

No longer echoes to childish feet,

And the yard is still, so still.

But I see it all as the shadows creep,

And though many the years have been since then,

I can hear mother ask,

"Are all the children in?"

I wonder if when the shadows fall

On the last short earthly day;

When we say goodbye to the world outside 

All tired with our childish play;

When we step out into the other land

Where mother so long has been,

Will we hear her ask,

Just as of old,

"Are all the children in?"