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KNEW it not, sweet child, OF
Had smo,hered that dcspondins sigi


For it hath checked thy JOYOUS song.
Thine eye with tears it fIelh now
a shadow restclh on thy brow


My child, my child. did thee wrong
What dost thou whisper in mine earl
Sweet words, God bless thee, Mother dear.
Nv own fond one, thou art TO me
A hope, blessing and snide--
No more shall doubt and fear abide;


II meckly learn my faith Of thee.
God bless thee gentle words and kind,
The offspring of trusting mind


They bear a pledge, when lips like thine,
Forgetting childhood's random speech,
Do thus higher lesson teach,


And mystic words like these combine.
God shield thee for heart like thine,
Where truth and tenderness combine,


Alas, is doomed too much to know
Of sympathies all vainly spent
OF love to binding worship lent


And all life's strange and hidden wo.
God shield thee, my poor, my gentle boy
Would tha. the cup Of life and JOY,


Dashed from thy mcther's lips away,
Might with thine own of fate be blended,
And all the ill for thee Intended,


Upon herbosom only prey.
Ju!y ~, 1912