Poems.
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MOTHER AND CHILD.
Mother! who made that glorious sky,
And all those stars we see so high;
And the brilliant sun that shines so bright,
And the moon that gives such a mellowed light,
Can you tell me who made those beautiful things?
I would visit them all if I had wings.
And all those stars we see so high;
And the brilliant sun that shines so bright,
And the moon that gives such a mellowed light,
Can you tell me who made those beautiful things?
I would visit them all if I had wings.
The same, my child, who made you and me,
Formed all those lovely things you see;
'T is that Great Being who dwells above,
The God of mercy, the God of love.
His watchful eye is over us all,
And He marks even the sparrow's fall;
There 's not a thing we can say or do,
That ever escapes His holy view.
Formed all those lovely things you see;
'T is that Great Being who dwells above,
The God of mercy, the God of love.
His watchful eye is over us all,
And He marks even the sparrow's fall;
There 's not a thing we can say or do,
That ever escapes His holy view.
Did the same, dear Mother, who made the earth,
Give to all living things their birth?
Did He make all those lovely flowers,
And doth He command the rain when it showers?
Give to all living things their birth?
Did He make all those lovely flowers,
And doth He command the rain when it showers?
