 | New songs of innocence |  |
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[In pure white novice-garments drest]
In
pure white novice-garments drest,
She sleeps, my fairest one,
Hands folded on her baby breast—
A little praying nun.
Calm in her innocence she lies,
At peace with earth and heaven,
With neither woes to make her wise
Nor sins to be forgiven.
She sleeps, my fairest one,
Hands folded on her baby breast—
A little praying nun.
Calm in her innocence she lies,
At peace with earth and heaven,
With neither woes to make her wise
Nor sins to be forgiven.
On guard beside my sleeping bliss,
I see as in a dream
The light of innocence like this
In countless chambers gleam.
I watch by many a happy hearth
The joys that children bring,
They put a girdle round the earth
Of everlasting Spring!
I see as in a dream
The light of innocence like this
In countless chambers gleam.
I watch by many a happy hearth
The joys that children bring,
They put a girdle round the earth
Of everlasting Spring!
O cherish children, high and low,
And love them, low and high!
New souls, within our care to grow,
The hostage of the sky—
Young angels, though their wings be furled,
The hope that heaven lends
To cast a halo o'er the world
Their purity defends!
And love them, low and high!
New souls, within our care to grow,
The hostage of the sky—
Young angels, though their wings be furled,
The hope that heaven lends
To cast a halo o'er the world
Their purity defends!
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