The Child's Star
Oh! happy child, your words went far;
Yes, farther than you guessed;
And high upon the horned star
You hung a fancy blest.
Yes, farther than you guessed;
And high upon the horned star
You hung a fancy blest.
Long, long ago some pilgrims had
The thought that pleases you,
And all the world to-night is glad
Because the thought was true.
The thought that pleases you,
And all the world to-night is glad
Because the thought was true.
And when, dear boy, your fancies sweet
To certainties have grown,
You'll reach the star that leads your feet,
Nor find the fancy flown.
To certainties have grown,
You'll reach the star that leads your feet,
Nor find the fancy flown.
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