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 | [Poems by Cary in] The Poetical Works Of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
LITTLE CHILDREN.
Blessings, blessings on the beds
Whose white pillows softly bear,
Rows of little shining heads
That have never known a care.
Whose white pillows softly bear,
Rows of little shining heads
That have never known a care.
Pity for the heart that bleeds
In the homestead desolate
Where no little troubling needs
Make the weary working wait.
In the homestead desolate
Where no little troubling needs
Make the weary working wait.
Safely, safely to the fold
Bring them wheresoe'er they be,
Thou, who saidst of them, of old,
“Suffer them to come to me.”
Bring them wheresoe'er they be,
Thou, who saidst of them, of old,
“Suffer them to come to me.”
| [Poems by Cary in] The Poetical Works Of Alice and Phoebe Cary | |