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The Child in the Storm.

“FOR THEY SAY THAT LITTLE INFANTS
REPLY BY SMILES AND SIGNS
TO THE BAND OF GUARDIAN ANGELS
THAT ROUND ABOUT THEM SHINES.”



Dark the mountains are, and drear,
And no human footstep near;
'Neath the shelter of my wing
Safely sleep, thou helpless thing;
For the storm that beats so wild
Shall not harm thee, little child.
From beyond the silver star
Have I spied thee from afar;
And have come, my watch to keep
O'er thee smiling in thy sleep.
Gently smile, my little one,
For thou art not left alone;
Happy would thy mother be
Could she wisdom learn of thee—
'Mid the tempest thus to smile,
And to trust in God the while.
He through the dark mountain-way
Watches where her footsteps stray;
But she is half dead with care,
For she knows not He is there.