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SIX PRETTY CRADLES
I have tended six pretty cradles,
With the prettiest babes within;
All heart-flames of holy rapture
In a world of grief and sin.
With the prettiest babes within;
All heart-flames of holy rapture
In a world of grief and sin.
Six cradles make six coffins;
I see them as I sit.
In giving life I have given death—
Thus sorrow and solace knit!
I see them as I sit.
In giving life I have given death—
Thus sorrow and solace knit!
Six babes may make six angels;
Oh! grant it, God of grace,
That, lifted on their loving wings,
I too may see Thy face!
Oh! grant it, God of grace,
That, lifted on their loving wings,
I too may see Thy face!
1909.
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