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CHILD-LOVE.
LITTLE eyes so softly wooing,
Purely blind and purely wise ;
Knowing naught of evil-doing,
Knowing much of good, dear eyes :
Shining on me, holy, sweet,
Gentle thoughts your gaze should meet.
Little hands with restless motion
Fluttering about my cheek ;
Little feet with swift commotion
Rushing some new joy to seek :
Bringing tidings fearlessly,
Never doubting sympathy.
Little heart so swiftly gladdened,
Little soul so soon cast down ;
Little lips with curves so saddened
By a moment's passing frown.
Let me humbly kneel beside thee,
Only God is fit to guide thee.
