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I thought myself indeed secure, / So fast the door, so firm the lock; / But, lo! he toddling comes to lure / My parent ear with timorous knock.
My heart were stone could it withstand / The sweetness of my baby's plea, -- / That timorous, baby knocking and / "Please let me in, -- it's only me."
I threw aside the unfinished book, / Regardless of its tempting charms, / And opening wide the door, I took / My laughing darling in my arms.
Who knows but in Eternity, / I, like a truant child, shall wait / The glories of a life to be, / Beyond the Heavenly Father's gate?
And will that Heavenly Father heed / The truant's supplicating cry, / As at the outer door I plead, / "T is I, O Father! only I"?
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