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MISCELLANEOUS WRITINGS
Laus Deo, night star-lit |
Slumbers not in God's embrace; |
Be awake; |
Like this stone, be in thy place: |
Stand, not sit. |
Grave, silent, steadfast stone, |
Dirge and song and shoutings low |
In thy heart |
Dwell serene, — and sorrow? No, |
It has none, |
Laus Deo! |
A Verse
Mother's New Year Gift to the Little Children
Father-Mother God, |
Loving me, — |
Guard me when I sleep; |
Guide my little feet |
Up to Thee. |
To the Big Children
Father-Mother good, lovingly |
Thee I seek, — |
Patient, meek, |
In the way Thou hast, — |
Be it slow or fast, |
Up to Thee. |