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 | The Poetical Works of Frances Ridley Havergal |  |
VI.
Found the little child rich harvest
From his tiny seed of love;
Little footsteps followed surely
In the footprints marked so purely,
Till they met again above.
From his tiny seed of love;
Little footsteps followed surely
In the footprints marked so purely,
Till they met again above.
Aged ones and feeble mourners
Felt the solace of his smile;
Hastened on with footsteps lighter,
Battled on with courage brighter,
Through the lessening ‘little while,’
Felt the solace of his smile;
Hastened on with footsteps lighter,
Battled on with courage brighter,
Through the lessening ‘little while,’
Till they too had joined the mansions
Where the weary are at rest.
Could that little one forget them?
Oh, how joyously he met them
In this dear home safe and blest!
Where the weary are at rest.
Could that little one forget them?
Oh, how joyously he met them
In this dear home safe and blest!
And the Saviour, who had called him,
Smiled upon His little one;
On his brow, so fair and tender,
Set a crown of heavenly splendour,
With the gracious word, ‘Well done!’
Smiled upon His little one;
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Set a crown of heavenly splendour,
With the gracious word, ‘Well done!’
| The Poetical Works of Frances Ridley Havergal | |