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Children and Flowers
Chil dren and flowers! Ye always drew
A smile from Jesus. Though He knew
The myriad splendours of the sky—
His Father's many mansions high—
He bent a look of love on you!
A smile from Jesus. Though He knew
The myriad splendours of the sky—
His Father's many mansions high—
He bent a look of love on you!
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As sad He walked, ye met His view
With upturned faces sweet and true:
A sinful earth could yet supply
Children and flowers.
With upturned faces sweet and true:
A sinful earth could yet supply
Children and flowers.
Still, still they greet us ever new,
With winning glance and radiant hue,
Our hearts to soothe and satisfy—
While light reflected from His eye
Illumines, as with morning dew,
Children and flowers!
With winning glance and radiant hue,
Our hearts to soothe and satisfy—
While light reflected from His eye
Illumines, as with morning dew,
Children and flowers!
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