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234
A FAIRY GARDEN
Life was all a fairy garden
When we walked in childhood's ways,—
Starlit nights of happy dreaming,
Sunshine through the golden days.
But the moments passed, and left us
Somewhat weary, every one;
And each year of life bereft us
Of some further gleam of sun.
When we walked in childhood's ways,—
Starlit nights of happy dreaming,
Sunshine through the golden days.
But the moments passed, and left us
Somewhat weary, every one;
And each year of life bereft us
Of some further gleam of sun.
God had given us in our childhood
A pure angel from his skies
To watch over childish footsteps,—
And his love beamed from her eyes.
Ah! how many an angel-mother
Here has tarried for awhile,
Then has left us,—and no other
Has the sweetness of her smile!
A pure angel from his skies
To watch over childish footsteps,—
And his love beamed from her eyes.
Ah! how many an angel-mother
Here has tarried for awhile,
Then has left us,—and no other
Has the sweetness of her smile!
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But another angel finds us:
God will leave us not alone.
Somewhat of a mother's sweetness
Soundeth in a younger tone.
God, who knew our childhood's dangers,
Knew the weariness of life,
Sent the child the mother-angel,—
Sends the man the angel-wife.
God will leave us not alone.
Somewhat of a mother's sweetness
Soundeth in a younger tone.
God, who knew our childhood's dangers,
Knew the weariness of life,
Sent the child the mother-angel,—
Sends the man the angel-wife.
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