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So fair, so dear, so warm upon my bosom,
What is it God hath given me to cherish, This living, moving wonder which is mine Mine only? Leave it with me or I perish,
Dear Lord of love divine.
Dear Lord, 't is wonderful beyond all won
der, This tender miracle vouchsafed to me, One with myself, yet just as far asunder
That I myself may see.
Flesh of my flesh, and yet so subtly link
ing New selfs with old, all things that I have
been With present joys beyond my former think
There life began, and here it links with
heaven, The golden chain of years scarce dipped
adown From birth, ere once again a hold is given
And nearer to God's Throne.
Seen, held in arms and clasped around so
tightly, My love, my bird, I will not let thee go. Yet soon the little rosy feet must lightly
Go pattering to and fro.
Mine, Lord, all mine Thy gift and loving
yes or no, unseen its soul divine? Mine by the chain of love with links un
John Arthur Goodchild
“How many miles to Baby-Land ?”
Up one flight,
To the right;