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little white feet.
O baby mine! O little innocent!
Whom the great Lord of Life has sent
From mystic babyland;
O little soul! so pure and white,
Spark from the one great Source of Light
Lit by Divine command:
God keep thee without spot or stain
Till He recalls thee Home again!
Whom the great Lord of Life has sent
From mystic babyland;
O little soul! so pure and white,
Spark from the one great Source of Light
Lit by Divine command:
God keep thee without spot or stain
Till He recalls thee Home again!
Little White Feet.
O, little white feet! little white feet;
Lying upon my lap to-night,
You are so dainty, you are so sweet,
I kiss you oft in my delight.
O, wee white feet! so pure, so fair,
In the future where will you wander—where?
Lying upon my lap to-night,
You are so dainty, you are so sweet,
I kiss you oft in my delight.
O, wee white feet! so pure, so fair,
In the future where will you wander—where?
O, little white feet! little white feet!
'Tis only the mothers who understand
All that lies in a mother's heart
As she holds the wee white feet in her hand,
And thinks of life and its many snares,
Where the tender feet trip unawares.
'Tis only the mothers who understand
All that lies in a mother's heart
As she holds the wee white feet in her hand,
And thinks of life and its many snares,
Where the tender feet trip unawares.
