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' i THE CHILD HEX.IW hen the lessons and tasks are all ended.And the school for the day is dismissed,And the little ones gather around me To bid me good-night and he kissed—Oh, the little white arms that encircle My neck in a tender embrace!Ob. the smiles, that are halos of Heaven Spedaing sunshine of love on my faceAnd when they are gone, I sit dreaming Of my childhood, too lovely to last; *Of 1o\q that my heart will remember When it wakes to the pulse of the past.Ere the world and its wickedness made me A partner of sorrow and sin;When the glory of God was about me,And the glory of gladness within.Oh, my heart grows weak as a woman’s.And the fountains of feeling will flow,As 1 think of the paths steep and stony.Where the feet of the dear ones must go;Of the mountains of sin hanging o’er them,Of the temiest of fate blowing wild!Oh, there is not hing on earth half so holyAs the innocent heart of a child!These are idols of hearts and of households, These are angels of God in disguise.This sunlight still sleeps in their tresses,This glory still gleams in their eyes.Oh. those truants from home anil from Heaven, They have made me more manly and mild! And I know how Jesus could liken The Kingdom of God to a child.I ask not a life for the dear ones All radiant as others have done,But that life may have just enough shadow To temper the glare of the sun.I would pray God to guard thorn from evil.But my prayer would bound back to myself. Ah! a seraph may pray for a sinner.But a sinner must pray for himself.The twig is so easily bended,1 have banished the rule and the rod.I have taught them the goodness of knowledge They have taught me the goodness of God.My heart isa dungeon of darkness,\\ here I shut them from breaking a rule.My frown is sufficient correction.My love is the law of the school.1 shall leave the old house in the autumn,To traverse its threshold no more;Ah! how I shall sigh for the dear ones That meet me each morn at the door.1 shall miss the good-nights and the kisses.And the gush of their innocent glee.The group on the green, anil the flowers That are brought every morning to me.1 shall miss them at noon and at eve,Their song in the school and the street.1 shall miss the low hum of their voices,And the tramp of their delicate feet.\\ hen the lessons and tasks are all ended.And Death say8: “The school is dismissed,”May the little ones gather around meTo bid me good-night “ and be kissed.”—Charles Dickens.
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Cambridge News
Cambridge, Ohio, US
Thu, Jan 31, 1878
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