  Heaven bless the little children! Their lives to earth are lent From some dear clime serener Than star-sown firmament. The sunshine of God’s glory, Their happy spirits are;— Each soul, in His pure likeness, Refulgent as a star! Their free, abundant beauty, (Love’s largess, manifold), They shed with lavish splendor On all that they behold. Their joy the morning brightens,— And loveliest flowers are fair With radiance strangely tender, Which their sweet rapture share. And sweeter still their charm; Like angels they attend us, To guard our hearts from harm. Their looks, so kind, confiding, Our fevered pulses calm,— And on the wounded spirit They pour their love like balm. And ever they remind us Of our dear home on high, Beyond all sin and sorrow,— Eternal in the sky! God bless the little children, Or here, or there above, The sunshine of His glory, The sweetness of His love.
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