  “I am going home,” she whispered,— “Home to mamma and the rest; So I’ll put away my playthings, For I think that home is best. Mamma will be there to meet me, And I’ll sit on papa’s knee; All the others will be waiting With a kiss for little me. Look! it’s getting dark already, But there’s nothing much to fear, For it only takes a minute,— Home, you know, is very near.” So she put away her playthings, While they smoothed her golden curls, And she sweetly smiled in parting To the little boys and girls. “I am going Home,” she whispered,— “Home to Jesus and to rest; So I’ll put away my burdens, For I think that Home is best. Loved ones will be there to greet me, I shall see and know them all; There will be a glorious welcome For the little me grown tall. Look! the night is quickly coming, But there’s nothing I can fear, For it only takes a moment,— Home, you know, is very near.” So she put away life’s burdens, While they smoothed her silvery hair, And she sweetly smiled in parting For she found her Saviour there. |
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