LITTLE CHILDREN.
God bless the little children, The little boys and girls,With rosy cheeks and laughing eyes, And floating, sunny curls.
The pretty roguish dimples A smile will bring about;And lips like parted rosebuds, Or folded in a pout.
Dear, loving little children, With hearts as pure as dew,With honest eyes that look in ours, So fearless, bright, and true.
Our lives are nobler, better, Brightened by these human flowers,And we hold them so much dearer, For these little lives of ours.
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