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GOOD-BYE.

TO A CHILD.

Good night, and wings of angels
Beat round your little bed,
And all white hopes and holy
Be on your golden head!
You know not why I love you,
You little lips that kiss;
But if you should remember,
Remember me with this;
He said that the longest journey
Was all on the road to rest;
He said the children's wisdom
Was the wisest and the best;
He said there was joy in sorrow
Far more than the tears in mirth,
And he knew there was God in heaven,
Because there was Love on earth.