Part 119 (1/2)
Used by the kind permission of Houghton, Mifflin and Company.
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A CHILD'S THOUGHT OF G.o.d
They say that G.o.d lives very high.
But if you look above the pines You cannot see G.o.d. And why?
And if you dig down in the mines You never see Him in the gold Though from Him all that's glory s.h.i.+nes.
G.o.d is so good, He wears a fold Of heaven and earth across His face-- Like secrets kept, for love, untold.
But still I feel that His embrace Slides down by thrills, through all things made, Through sight and sound of every place:
As if my tender mother laid On my shut lids her kisses' pressure, Half waking me at night; and said, ”Who kissed through the dark, dear guesser?”
--_Elizabeth Barrett Browning_.
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LULLABY SONG
Sleep, baby, sleep!
Thy father watches his sheep; Thy mother is shaking the dreamland tree, And down comes a little dream on thee.
Sleep, baby, sleep!
Sleep, baby, sleep!
The large stars are the sheep; The little stars are the lambs, I guess; And the gentle moon is the shepherdess.
Sleep, baby, sleep!
Sleep, baby, sleep!
Our Saviour loves His sheep: He is the Lamb of G.o.d on high, Who for our sakes came down to die.
Sleep, baby, sleep!
--_From the German_.
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[Ill.u.s.tration]
HEAD OF ANGEL
”See that ye despise not one of these little ones; for I say unto you, that in heaven their angels do always behold the face of my Father which is in heaven.”--_The Words of Jesus_ [End ill.u.s.tration]
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THE PILGRIMS OF THE NIGHT