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So fair, so dear, so warm upon my bosom,
Sleep on, sleep on, my sweet.
What is it God hath given me to cherish, This living, moving wonder which is mineMine only? Leave it with me or I perish, Dear Lord of love divine.
Dear Lord, 't is wonderful beyond all wonder,
This tender miracle vouchsafed to me,
Flesh of my flesh, and yet so subtly linking
New selfs with old, all things that I have
With present joys beyond my former thinking
And future things unseen.
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.
Mine, Lord, all mine Thy gift and loving token.
yes or no, unseen its soul divine?
Mine by the chain of love with links un
Dear Saviour, Thine and mine.
John Arthur Goodchild
"How many miles to Baby-Land?”
"Any one can tell;
Up one flight,
To the right;
Please to ring the bell."