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A LITTLE CHILD'S MONUMENT.
Cruel faces vanish,
And all the loveless waste,
In a fair home they find them,
Tenderly embraced.
And when we deem them dying,
More life the Lord imparts,
Their faint frail breath subsideth
On warm angel hearts;
Like a wavelet failing
On a sand so fair:
Ah! then the angels welcome
Heaven's cloudless crystal air!
Because of the frail snow-flake
Their kind bosoms wear.
The snow-flake melts in glory,
The little child awakes;
Under the smiles of Jesus,
Death-frozen for our sakes,
There are no more snow-flakes!
With our snows bejewelled
How the angels shine,
Earth's frozen flower a sunlet
Pulsing light divine!
Dear babes, help one another!
All the saints help you:
We are with them in heaven,
