  The other side the Pearly Gates Have a myriad babies gone Because their robes were all too thin For the chilly eve and dawn. Or the little shoes were cold and damp From the wet grass of the lawn. The other side the Pearly Gates Have a myriad babies fled Because in the tender baby-days They were given flesh and bread, Though God made milk, the delicious milk For the babies to be fed. The other side the Pearly Gates A myriad babies went, Because no sweet love greeted them In the hours when they were sent; And the way was all too hard and cold For the little ones God lent. The other side the Pearly Gates God made the loveliest place For the wee ones come back to Him; And they always “see His face.” The sweetest joys of heaven are theirs, In the Home of endless grace. endpaper divider |
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