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“ETTIE”
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“ETTIE”
Died in the morning, Feb. 11, 1861
Set her chair against the wall,
Let her little primer lie,
Fold the little frock away,
Lay the little thimble by;
Take the little battered shoes
From their place upon the floor—
Oh! the tender little feet
That will never want them more!
Let her little primer lie,
Fold the little frock away,
Lay the little thimble by;
Take the little battered shoes
From their place upon the floor—
Oh! the tender little feet
That will never want them more!
For an angel came from Heaven
Ere the dawning of the day,
From the arms that would have held her
Bore our little one away;
She had known life by its sunshine,
Not its sorrow, shame, or sin;
But the pearly gates stood open
And the dear Christ smiled her in.
Ere the dawning of the day,
From the arms that would have held her
Bore our little one away;
She had known life by its sunshine,
Not its sorrow, shame, or sin;
But the pearly gates stood open
And the dear Christ smiled her in.
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Darling, in the Heaven of heavens,
Are your shy, sweet eyes the same?
Do you still lisp broken love-talk?
Do you wear your baby name?
It may be a new baptism
Sealed you at your heavenly birth—
But no name can have more love in
Than the one you bore on earth.
Are your shy, sweet eyes the same?
Do you still lisp broken love-talk?
Do you wear your baby name?
It may be a new baptism
Sealed you at your heavenly birth—
But no name can have more love in
Than the one you bore on earth.
Now your little feet are walking
In the garden of the Lord—
Now your little voice is swelling
The new song with sweet accord—
Now your little heart is learning
All the joy that angels know,
Do you never miss the loving
Who are waiting here below?
In the garden of the Lord—
Now your little voice is swelling
The new song with sweet accord—
Now your little heart is learning
All the joy that angels know,
Do you never miss the loving
Who are waiting here below?
Do you mind the little sister
Who was wild to see your face
Missing only for a week
From its old accustomed place?
Timid birdling in the home-nest,
Half afraid if one were by,
Is your little heart quite peaceful
In its home beyond the sky?
Who was wild to see your face
Missing only for a week
From its old accustomed place?
Timid birdling in the home-nest,
Half afraid if one were by,
Is your little heart quite peaceful
In its home beyond the sky?
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Jesus, Saviour, pity, pardon
Doubts and fears but born of grief;
We believe in thy salvation;
Help thou, Lord, our unbelief.
Pardon, if the sweet child-voices
Make thy love seem like decree—
“Suffer ye the little children
As of old to come to me.”
Doubts and fears but born of grief;
We believe in thy salvation;
Help thou, Lord, our unbelief.
Pardon, if the sweet child-voices
Make thy love seem like decree—
“Suffer ye the little children
As of old to come to me.”
Safely in thy arms we leave her—
Folded closely to thy breast.
There shall nothing come to grieve her,
Earth is fair, but Heaven is best.
Now for us the shadows deepen
In the sunlight where she stood;
But for her the day is dawning
Into glory. God is good.
Folded closely to thy breast.
There shall nothing come to grieve her,
Earth is fair, but Heaven is best.
Now for us the shadows deepen
In the sunlight where she stood;
But for her the day is dawning
Into glory. God is good.
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