baby sam.
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Death has robed in fairer dress,
Baby's waxen loveliness;
Set his seal on lip and brow—
Baby is an angel now.
Baby's waxen loveliness;
Set his seal on lip and brow—
Baby is an angel now.
Mother's lips could never sing,
For her little baby king,
Songs one half as sweet as he
Heareth by the crystal sea.
For her little baby king,
Songs one half as sweet as he
Heareth by the crystal sea.
Mother's arms, however strong,
Cannot always keep from wrong.
Pastures green, and golden street,
Are safest for the little feet.
Cannot always keep from wrong.
Pastures green, and golden street,
Are safest for the little feet.
Mother's love, however warm,
Cannot always shield from harm.
So, Our Father, in His love,
Calls the little ones above.
Cannot always shield from harm.
So, Our Father, in His love,
Calls the little ones above.
Mother, dear, be reconciled,
God has called thy little child,
That his tiny soul may be
A link between Himself and thee.
God has called thy little child,
That his tiny soul may be
A link between Himself and thee.
Baby Sleeps.
The baby sleeps,
Not upon his mother's breast,
That was slumber, this is rest—
But mother weeps.
Not upon his mother's breast,
That was slumber, this is rest—
But mother weeps.
For baby lies
In his little snowy dress,
Mute, and white, and motionless,
With sightless eyes.
In his little snowy dress,
Mute, and white, and motionless,
With sightless eyes.
