The Call of the Unborn

The Call of the UnbornBy Ethel Blackwell Robinson(Author of “The Religion of Joy,” and “A Child’s Glimpse of God, for Grown-Up Children”—from which the following is taken.)

By Ethel Blackwell Robinson

(Author of “The Religion of Joy,” and “A Child’s Glimpse of God, for Grown-Up Children”—from which the following is taken.)

Oh, smile up your heart for me, mother,Be happy, be buoyant, be mild;Oh, smile up your heart, for I’m coming!You’ll make me a lovelier child.I’ll bud as a gay little lassie,Or bloom as a cheery young lad;So, smile up your heart, mother darling,You’ll always be grateful and glad.

Oh, smile up your heart for me, mother,Be happy, be buoyant, be mild;Oh, smile up your heart, for I’m coming!You’ll make me a lovelier child.I’ll bud as a gay little lassie,Or bloom as a cheery young lad;So, smile up your heart, mother darling,You’ll always be grateful and glad.

Oh, smile up your heart for me, mother,Be happy, be buoyant, be mild;Oh, smile up your heart, for I’m coming!You’ll make me a lovelier child.I’ll bud as a gay little lassie,Or bloom as a cheery young lad;So, smile up your heart, mother darling,You’ll always be grateful and glad.

Oh, smile up your heart for me, mother,

Be happy, be buoyant, be mild;

Oh, smile up your heart, for I’m coming!

You’ll make me a lovelier child.

I’ll bud as a gay little lassie,

Or bloom as a cheery young lad;

So, smile up your heart, mother darling,

You’ll always be grateful and glad.

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