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Ah! pale she was, that Mother mild,As tenderly she kissed her child;—
Placing the pillows to raise his head,
She propped him up in his cradle bed,
And gazed in his eyes with such tender love
As the Saviour may feel for his children above;
—And murmured—“Sydney will lie still,
And watch and see the candle burn,
While mother goes? and she'll return.”
—Calmly the boy replied—“I will.”
She knew that she might trust his word,
For, like young Samuel, to the Lord,
Even from his birth, had he been given,
And pure as cherubs are in heaven,
And truthful in his every thought
Was he, for thus he had been taught.
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