  I see her smile in sleep And to her crib I creep To kiss the baby face where dimples play; I smooth her sunny hair And breathe to God a prayer That He will teach me how to lead the way. I see her smile in sleep And to her couch I creep To kiss the saintly face where peace doth stay; I smooth her silvery hair And breathe to God a prayer That He will teach me how to find the way. |
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