THE LITTLE ONES.

THE LITTLE ONES.

Heaven bless the little children!Their lives to earth are lentFrom some dear clime serenerThan star-sown firmament.The sunshine of God’s glory,Their happy spirits are;—Each soul, in His pure likeness,Refulgent as a star!Their free, abundant beauty,(Love’s largess, manifold),They shed with lavish splendorOn all that they behold.Their joy the morning brightens,—And loveliest flowers are fairWith radiance strangely tender,Which their sweet rapture share.And holier still their mission,—And sweeter still their charm;Like angels they attend us,To guard our hearts from harm.Their looks, so kind, confiding,Our fevered pulses calm,—And on the wounded spiritThey pour their love like balm.And ever they remind usOf our dear home on high,Beyond all sin and sorrow,—Eternal in the sky!God bless the little children,Or here, or there above,The sunshine of His glory,The sweetness of His love.

Heaven bless the little children!Their lives to earth are lentFrom some dear clime serenerThan star-sown firmament.The sunshine of God’s glory,Their happy spirits are;—Each soul, in His pure likeness,Refulgent as a star!Their free, abundant beauty,(Love’s largess, manifold),They shed with lavish splendorOn all that they behold.Their joy the morning brightens,—And loveliest flowers are fairWith radiance strangely tender,Which their sweet rapture share.And holier still their mission,—And sweeter still their charm;Like angels they attend us,To guard our hearts from harm.Their looks, so kind, confiding,Our fevered pulses calm,—And on the wounded spiritThey pour their love like balm.And ever they remind usOf our dear home on high,Beyond all sin and sorrow,—Eternal in the sky!God bless the little children,Or here, or there above,The sunshine of His glory,The sweetness of His love.

Heaven bless the little children!Their lives to earth are lentFrom some dear clime serenerThan star-sown firmament.

Heaven bless the little children!

Their lives to earth are lent

From some dear clime serener

Than star-sown firmament.

The sunshine of God’s glory,Their happy spirits are;—Each soul, in His pure likeness,Refulgent as a star!

The sunshine of God’s glory,

Their happy spirits are;—

Each soul, in His pure likeness,

Refulgent as a star!

Their free, abundant beauty,(Love’s largess, manifold),They shed with lavish splendorOn all that they behold.

Their free, abundant beauty,

(Love’s largess, manifold),

They shed with lavish splendor

On all that they behold.

Their joy the morning brightens,—And loveliest flowers are fairWith radiance strangely tender,Which their sweet rapture share.

Their joy the morning brightens,—

And loveliest flowers are fair

With radiance strangely tender,

Which their sweet rapture share.

And holier still their mission,—And sweeter still their charm;Like angels they attend us,To guard our hearts from harm.

And holier still their mission,—

And sweeter still their charm;

Like angels they attend us,

To guard our hearts from harm.

Their looks, so kind, confiding,Our fevered pulses calm,—And on the wounded spiritThey pour their love like balm.

Their looks, so kind, confiding,

Our fevered pulses calm,—

And on the wounded spirit

They pour their love like balm.

And ever they remind usOf our dear home on high,Beyond all sin and sorrow,—Eternal in the sky!

And ever they remind us

Of our dear home on high,

Beyond all sin and sorrow,—

Eternal in the sky!

God bless the little children,Or here, or there above,The sunshine of His glory,The sweetness of His love.

God bless the little children,

Or here, or there above,

The sunshine of His glory,

The sweetness of His love.


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