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DEAR CHILD OF MINE.

Dear Child of Mine, I hear thee say,
Thou dost not know for what to pray,
Sickness or health—Be not distrest,
Still hold thy mind in perfect rest,
“Thy strength shall be as is thy day”—
Surely this promise as a ray
Of sunshine will light up thy way,
Then clasp it closely to thy breast,
Dear Child of Mine.
Should it not keep sad thoughts at bay,
Thy Winter turn to bounteous May,
To know that all is for the best?
Let peace then be thy bosom's guest,
For I will ever with thee stay,
Dear Child of Mine.