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YIELDING TO ANOTHER.
When mother takes up baby dear,
And sets him on her knee;
And sings her song so sweet and clear,
Until he laughs in glee;
And sets him on her knee;
And sings her song so sweet and clear,
Until he laughs in glee;
I will not frown, nor wish that I
Were sitting there instead;
And stretch my little arms on high,
And make my face grow red.
Were sitting there instead;
And stretch my little arms on high,
And make my face grow red.
That would be like a selfish boy,
Who loves himself so much,
He cannot feel another's joy;
And I would not be such.
Who loves himself so much,
He cannot feel another's joy;
And I would not be such.
For mother says, we must not care,
About ourselves alone,
But freely give, or gladly share,
What might be all our own.
About ourselves alone,
But freely give, or gladly share,
What might be all our own.
She says we must be yielding still,
And still to others kind,
Must often give up our own will,
And with a cheerful mind.
And still to others kind,
Must often give up our own will,
And with a cheerful mind.
So, though he's sitting in my place,
I'll share in his delight;
And when he looks into my face
And laughs with all his might;
I'll share in his delight;
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And laughs with all his might;
I'll laugh again, like little stream,
Whereon the sun doth play,
That glistens in the sparkling beam,
And gives back ray for ray.
Whereon the sun doth play,
That glistens in the sparkling beam,
And gives back ray for ray.
Smile on, dear baby; I'll not climb,
To set me where you sit,
My turn will come another time,
I'll go, and play a bit.
To set me where you sit,
My turn will come another time,
I'll go, and play a bit.
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