I will lend you, for a little time, A child of mine, He said. For you to love the while he lives, And mourn for when hes dead. It may be six or seven years, Or twenty-two or three. But will you, till I call him back, Take care of him for Me? Hell bring his charms to gladden you, And should his stay be brief. Youll have his lovely memories, As solace for your grief. I cannot promise he will stay, Since all from earth return. But there are lessons taught down there, I want this child to learn. Ive looked the wide world over, In search for teachers true. And from the throngs that crowd lifes lanes, I have selected you. Now will you give him all your love, Nor think the labour vain. Nor hate me when I come To take him home again? I fancied that I heard them say, Dear Lord, Thy will be done! For all the joys Thy child shall bring, The risk of grief well run. Well shelter him with tenderness, Well love him while we may, And for the happiness weve known, Forever grateful stay. But should the angels call for him, Much sooner than weve planned. Well brave the bitter grief that comes, And try to understand.
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