 | The poetical works of Lucy Larcom |  |
IF I WERE A SUNBEAM.
If I were a sunbeam,
I know what I 'd do:
I would seek white lilies
Rainy woodlands through;
I would steal among them,
Softest light I 'd shed,
Until every lily
Raised its drooping head.
I know what I 'd do:
I would seek white lilies
Rainy woodlands through;
I would steal among them,
Softest light I 'd shed,
Until every lily
Raised its drooping head.
“If I were a sunbeam,
I know where I 'd go:
Into lowliest hovels,
Dark with want and woe;
Till sad hearts looked upward,
I would shine and shine;
Then they'd think of heaven,
Their sweet home and mine.”
I know where I 'd go:
Into lowliest hovels,
Dark with want and woe;
Till sad hearts looked upward,
I would shine and shine;
Then they'd think of heaven,
Their sweet home and mine.”
Art thou not a sunbeam,
Child, whose life is glad
With an inner radiance
Sunshine never had?
Oh, as God has blessed thee,
Scatter rays divine!
For there is no sunbeam
But must die, or shine.
Child, whose life is glad
With an inner radiance
Sunshine never had?
Oh, as God has blessed thee,
Scatter rays divine!
For there is no sunbeam
But must die, or shine.
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