Toggle Dropdown Serif Sans-serif Monospaced Dyslexic Bold Italic Font size: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 Mark as read [object Object] Only page of title 192 8 Very Easy AS to-night you came your way, Bearing earthward heavenly joy, Tell me, O dear saint, I pray, Did you see my little boy? By some fairer voice beguiled, Once he wandered from my sight; He is such a little child, He should have my love this night. It has been so many a year, -- Oh, so many a year since then! Yet he was so very dear, Surely he will come again. If upon your way you see One whose beauty is divine, Will you send him back to me? He is lost, and he is mine. Tell him that his little chair Nestles where the sunbeams meet, That the shoes he used to wear Yearn to kiss his dimpled feet. Tell him of each pretty toy That was wont to share his glee; Maybe that will bring my boy Back to them and back to me. O dear saint, as on you go Through the glad and sparkling frost, Bid those bells ring high and low For a little child that's lost! O dear saint, that blessest men With the grace of Christmas joy, Soothe this heart with love again, -- Give me back my little boy! End of title Sign in to unlock this title Sign in to continue reading, it's free! As an unregistered user you can only read a little bit. Links External resources bookshop Wikipedia Project Gutenberg Goodreads Google Books
AS to-night you came your way, Bearing earthward heavenly joy, Tell me, O dear saint, I pray, Did you see my little boy?
By some fairer voice beguiled, Once he wandered from my sight; He is such a little child, He should have my love this night.
It has been so many a year, -- Oh, so many a year since then! Yet he was so very dear, Surely he will come again.
If upon your way you see One whose beauty is divine, Will you send him back to me? He is lost, and he is mine.
Tell him that his little chair Nestles where the sunbeams meet, That the shoes he used to wear Yearn to kiss his dimpled feet.
Tell him of each pretty toy That was wont to share his glee; Maybe that will bring my boy Back to them and back to me.
O dear saint, as on you go Through the glad and sparkling frost, Bid those bells ring high and low For a little child that's lost!
O dear saint, that blessest men With the grace of Christmas joy, Soothe this heart with love again, -- Give me back my little boy!
