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 | My Lyrical Life |  |
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With seeking hearts we still grope on,
Where dropped our jewel in the dust:
The looking crowd have long since gone,
And still we seek with lonely trust:
O little Child with radiant eyes!
Where dropped our jewel in the dust:
The looking crowd have long since gone,
And still we seek with lonely trust:
O little Child with radiant eyes!
In all our heart-ache we are drawn,
Unweeting, to your little grave;
There, on your heavenly shores of dawn,
Breaks gentlier Sorrow's sobbing wave:
O little Child with radiant eyes!
Unweeting, to your little grave;
There, on your heavenly shores of dawn,
Breaks gentlier Sorrow's sobbing wave:
O little Child with radiant eyes!
Dark underneath the brightening sod,
The sweetest life of all our years
Is crowded in ae gift to God,—
Outside the gate we stand in tears.
O little Child with radiant eyes!
The sweetest life of all our years
Is crowded in ae gift to God,—
Outside the gate we stand in tears.
O little Child with radiant eyes!
Heart-empty as the Acorn-cup
That only fills with wintry showers;
The breaking cloud but brimmeth up
With tears this pleading life of ours.
O little Child with radiant eyes!
That only fills with wintry showers;
The breaking cloud but brimmeth up
With tears this pleading life of ours.
O little Child with radiant eyes!
We think of you, our Angel kith,
Till life grows light with starry leaven:
We never forget you, Darling with
The gold hair waving high in heaven;
Our little Child with radiant eyes!
Till life grows light with starry leaven:
We never forget you, Darling with
The gold hair waving high in heaven;
Our little Child with radiant eyes!
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Your white wings grown you will conquer Death!
You are coming through our dreams even now,
With azure peep of heaven beneath
The arching glory of your brow,
Our little Child with radiant eyes!
You are coming through our dreams even now,
With azure peep of heaven beneath
The arching glory of your brow,
Our little Child with radiant eyes!
We cannot pierce the dark, but oft
You see us with looks of pitying balm;
A hint of heaven—a touch more soft
Than kisses—all the trouble is calm.
Our little Child with radiant eyes!
You see us with looks of pitying balm;
A hint of heaven—a touch more soft
Than kisses—all the trouble is calm.
Our little Child with radiant eyes!
Think of us wearied in the strife,
And when we sit by Sorrow's streams,
Shake down upon our drooping life
The dew that brings immortal dreams.
Our little Child with radiant eyes!
And when we sit by Sorrow's streams,
Shake down upon our drooping life
The dew that brings immortal dreams.
Our little Child with radiant eyes!
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