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GRANDMOTHER TO HER GRANDSON

Oh, what are all life's treasures worth
Compared to this love and its sweet surprise,
My little heaven upon the earth,
With your pale gold hair and your serious eyes!
Who could have dreamed that a joy like this
Lay in wait on life's downward slope,
To flood the heart with a freshet of bliss,
And brighten eve with the morning's hope!

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How dear the sound of the little feet,
And the clasp of the little hand how dear.
And the little voice that falls so sweet,
Like trilling music upon my ear!
Oh, to shield you from all life's harms,
My fair white lamb with the innocent eyes,
To gather you close in my loving arms
Safe from the frown of the lowering skies!
But into the wide world you must go
From home's soft nest and its shelter warm,
Sorrow to meet and care to know
In ways that are rough and dark with storm.
Heaven be good to you, dearest one!
Help you to fight all the powers of ill,
Through life's long day to its setting sun
Keep you God's soldier conquering still.