This candle was lit by Bo with love

With Trumpet and Drum
by Eugene Field

With big tin trumpet and little red drum,
Marching like soldiers, the children come!
   It 's this way and that way they circle and file---
      My! but that music of theirs is fine!
   This way and that way, and after a while
      They march straight into this heart of mine!
A sturdy old heart, but it has to succumb
To the blare of that trumpet and beat of that drum!

Come on, little people, from cot and from hall---
This heart it hath welcome and room for you all!
   It will sing you its songs and warm you with love,
      As your dear little arms with my arms intertwine;
   It will rock you away to the dreamland above---
      Oh, a jolly old heart is this old heart of mine,
And jollier still is it bound to become
When you blow that big trumpet and beat that red drum!

So come; though I see not his dear little face
And hear not his voice in this jubilant place,
   I know he were happy to bid me enshrine
      His memory deep in my heart with your play---
   Ah me! but a love that is sweeter than mine
      Holdeth my boy in its keeping to-day!
And my heart it is lonely---so, little folk, come,
March in and make merry with trumpet and drum!