suffer little children to come unto me.
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Fearless, that gracious call she heard;
And, as the heaven-aspiring bird
Plumes joyfully its golden wing,
Mid realms of purer light to sing,
So did her spotless soul ascend,
Before her Maker's throne to bend.
And, as the heaven-aspiring bird
Plumes joyfully its golden wing,
Mid realms of purer light to sing,
So did her spotless soul ascend,
Before her Maker's throne to bend.
Life was to her a joyous dream:
She wakes where heaven's rich glories beam.
Calmly, as to her earthly rest,
Her fair young head its pillow pressed:
The angel-guard ye might not see,
Nor hear their strain of melody.
She wakes where heaven's rich glories beam.
Calmly, as to her earthly rest,
Her fair young head its pillow pressed:
The angel-guard ye might not see,
Nor hear their strain of melody.
Would ye recall her from that sphere,
Though ransomed by one prayer, one tear?
A few short years of grief and pain,
And ye shall meet your own again,
Where life's pure tide, unsullied swells,
And love shall breathe no sad farewells.
Though ransomed by one prayer, one tear?
A few short years of grief and pain,
And ye shall meet your own again,
Where life's pure tide, unsullied swells,
And love shall breathe no sad farewells.
