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Little Bob.
I held him in my arms one Easter Day—
Stood sponsor for him in the house of Prayer,
Named the wee laddie as he sleeping lay
In his white robes, so sweet, so pure, and fair.
Ah! little thought we when his name was given
How soon it would be called above, in heaven.
Stood sponsor for him in the house of Prayer,
Named the wee laddie as he sleeping lay
In his white robes, so sweet, so pure, and fair.
Ah! little thought we when his name was given
How soon it would be called above, in heaven.
I promised, in his name, that he should be
A member of the holy church below;
Vowed in the future, in maturer years, he
To ratify the promises should go,
When he was of an age to understand,
And join himself the Church's holy band.
A member of the holy church below;
Vowed in the future, in maturer years, he
To ratify the promises should go,
When he was of an age to understand,
And join himself the Church's holy band.
Ah! me, how little do we dream what lies
Before us in this troubled life of ours.
The little lad is now in Paradise—
Playing with cherubs in its lovely bowers;
My trust is ended, yielded up to God,
My little godson sleeps beneath the sod.
Before us in this troubled life of ours.
The little lad is now in Paradise—
Playing with cherubs in its lovely bowers;
My trust is ended, yielded up to God,
My little godson sleeps beneath the sod.
