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Thank God
for little children, Bright flowers by earth's wayside, The dancing, joyous lifeboats Upon life's stormy tide. Thank God for little children; When our skies are cold and gray, They come as sunshine to our hearts, And charm our cares away. I almost think the angels, Who tend life's garden fair, Drop down the sweet wild blossoms That bloom around us here. It seems a breath of heaven Round many a cradle lies, And every little baby Brings a message from the skies. Dear mothers, guard these jewels. As sacred offerings mete, A wealth of household treasures To lay at Jesus' feet. |