Sungleams Rondeaux and Sonnets. By the Rev. Richard Wilton |
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XXXIV. MY LITTLE GIRLS.
“My little girls”—alas! no more
I speak those words so sweet of yore,
When at my feet ye used to play,
Or in my arms securely lay,
Dear innocents of two and four.
I speak those words so sweet of yore,
When at my feet ye used to play,
Or in my arms securely lay,
Dear innocents of two and four.
Love's messages to me ye bore
In broken lights of Heavenly lore,
Which touched with soft reflected ray
My little girls.
In broken lights of Heavenly lore,
Which touched with soft reflected ray
My little girls.
Ye seemed to linger by the door
Which opens from the Eternal shore,
Where “babes and sucklings” day by day
Divinely prattle, praise, and pray;
And whence a glory hovered o'er
My little girls.
Which opens from the Eternal shore,
Where “babes and sucklings” day by day
Divinely prattle, praise, and pray;
And whence a glory hovered o'er
My little girls.
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