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TO A LITTLE CHILD by ANNIE MATHESON

First Line: CLEAR EYES OF HEAVEN'S CHOSEN HUE
Last Line: I FEEL GOD'S WONDROUS TENDERNESS.
Subject(s): DEATH - CHILDREN; HEAVEN; DEATH - BABIES; PARADISE;

CLEAR eyes of heaven's chosen hue
When not a cloud is seen above
To fleck the warm untroubled blue,
A little laughing face of love;

A boundless energy of life
In dimpled arms and rosy feet:
No breath of care, no touch of strife,
Has dulled thy glad heart's rhythmic beat.

So girt about with golden light,
By shadows still so little vexed,
That many a weary anxious wight
Grows in thy presence less perplexed.

Our smiles come at thy fairy beck,
Frowns pass away at thy caress;
When thy soft arms are round my neck
I feel God's wondrous tenderness.



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