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LET ME LIVE—
The hermit can't stand life's bright highway,
He seeks a secluded spot;
The sluggard is content to let life slip away
While he sits by and rots;
The genius, who has solved the ages' riddle,
Inquires, “Is life worth living?”
But I want to dwell in the midst of children,
And breathe pure life thanksgivings.
He seeks a secluded spot;
The sluggard is content to let life slip away
While he sits by and rots;
The genius, who has solved the ages' riddle,
Inquires, “Is life worth living?”
But I want to dwell in the midst of children,
And breathe pure life thanksgivings.
I want my house on life's highway
Where the children all pass by;
Children that are good—children bad—
As good and bad as I.
I would strengthen the conscience of children good,
The bad I would try to reform;
Let me live somewhere besides life's road
And protect the children from harm.
Where the children all pass by;
Children that are good—children bad—
As good and bad as I.
I would strengthen the conscience of children good,
The bad I would try to reform;
Let me live somewhere besides life's road
And protect the children from harm.
I want my house on life's highway
Where the child's awakening love
Charges, sustains, dissolves, creates,
Permeates and broods above.
Thus strengthened in life's great struggling sphere,
No coward soul would be mine,
For the child's love, arming me from fear,
Would make life's work sublime.
Where the child's awakening love
Charges, sustains, dissolves, creates,
Permeates and broods above.
Thus strengthened in life's great struggling sphere,
No coward soul would be mine,
For the child's love, arming me from fear,
Would make life's work sublime.
Could the centripetal forces ever triumph,
And the centrifugal forces yield,
And earth, moon, and stars would go shining in a lump
Through a disastrous human field;
But the acid counterbalances and keeps in touch,
And positive and negative form.
Let me always dwell in the children's camp,
And let be that acid strong.
And the centrifugal forces yield,
And earth, moon, and stars would go shining in a lump
Through a disastrous human field;
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And positive and negative form.
Let me always dwell in the children's camp,
And let be that acid strong.
I want my house on life's high hill
In sight of the gambler's den,
With the snares and traps that the wicked build
To entice the young mind in.
I would clear the road of all stumbling blocks
Such as the wicked sayings of men.
Let me live somewhere in the human flock
And be the children's friend.
In sight of the gambler's den,
With the snares and traps that the wicked build
To entice the young mind in.
I would clear the road of all stumbling blocks
Such as the wicked sayings of men.
Let me live somewhere in the human flock
And be the children's friend.
I'd like to have seen Moses in the flesh
And stood upon Mar's Hill with Paul;
And to have witnessed Rome in her height
Would have helped me in life's noble cause.
But I read somewhere, in a worn out book,
Where these men's deeds were told.
And they all fade away when the child stampede
Beleaguered the human soul.
And stood upon Mar's Hill with Paul;
And to have witnessed Rome in her height
Would have helped me in life's noble cause.
But I read somewhere, in a worn out book,
Where these men's deeds were told.
And they all fade away when the child stampede
Beleaguered the human soul.
So let me live right close to life's highway
Where the children stroll along,
Where I can breathe the youthful atmosphere
And sing the children's song.
I like to see them romp and play
And hark to their lullabys.
Let me always dwell on life's highway
Where the children all pass by.
Where the children stroll along,
Where I can breathe the youthful atmosphere
And sing the children's song.
I like to see them romp and play
And hark to their lullabys.
Let me always dwell on life's highway
Where the children all pass by.
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If I could build a building like this
And call it my very own,
I would fill it full of human bliss
And make it a children's home.
I would build the walls so high, so strong
That old Satan couldn't get in.
Let me always dwell in the human throng
And be the children's friend.
And call it my very own,
I would fill it full of human bliss
And make it a children's home.
I would build the walls so high, so strong
That old Satan couldn't get in.
Let me always dwell in the human throng
And be the children's friend.
I think when I read that sweet story of old,
When Jesus was here among men,
When He called little children as lambs to His fold,
I'd like to have been with them then.
When Jesus was here among men,
When He called little children as lambs to His fold,
I'd like to have been with them then.
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