Then girls and boys when you long for change—
For something new—be sure
That your joys yield not a crop of weeds,
That your pleasures sweet, are pure.
For something new—be sure
That your joys yield not a crop of weeds,
That your pleasures sweet, are pure.
Safe
To Mrs. Smith on the death of her little son Parker.
Saved from the world's hard battles,
Saved from its bitter pain,
Saved from its fierce temptations,
Saved from sin's blighting stain.
Saved, O blessed darling,
Safe on the Heavenly shore,
Spared the dangerous journey,
Safe—safe forevermore.
Saved from its bitter pain,
Saved from its fierce temptations,
Saved from sin's blighting stain.
Saved, O blessed darling,
Safe on the Heavenly shore,
Spared the dangerous journey,
Safe—safe forevermore.
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