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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY LITTLE GIRL'S HAND, by AMOS RUSSEL WELLS Poet's Biography
First Line: By every bruise upon this little hand
Last Line: And lay, o god! More trustful hands in thine.
Subject(s): Hands
First Line: By every bruise upon this little hand
Last Line: And lay, o god! More trustful hands in thine.
Subject(s): Hands
By every bruise upon this little hand
I heal with balm and kiss away the grief,
Better the Father's love I understand,
Better my own torn spirit finds relief.
By all those hours the little hand grew white
And ah! so sadly frail upon the bed,
My darkened soul drew forth into the light,
My wandering feet to heaven's gates were led.
Yea, by the very times this little hand
Is snatched in wilfulness away from mine,
Better my own revolts I understand,
And lay, O God! more trustful hands in Thine.
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