SEEDTIME AND HARVEST.
I am loved by little children:
Happy girl and laughing boy
Cast their tender arms around me,
Clamorous with joy.
Happy girl and laughing boy
Cast their tender arms around me,
Clamorous with joy.
Baby waking out of slumber
To solitary land
Gathers open-eyed contentment
From my out-stretched hand.
To solitary land
Gathers open-eyed contentment
From my out-stretched hand.
On my arm, he stills his sorrow,
At my breast his wailings cease:
To be loved by little children
Brings me hope and peace.
At my breast his wailings cease:
To be loved by little children
Brings me hope and peace.
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