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My little boy, with smooth, fair cheeks, / And dreamy, large, brown eyes, / Not often, little wisehead, speaks, / But hearing, weighs and tries.
"God is not only in the sky," / His sister said one day -- / Not older much, but she would cry / Like Wisdom in the way --
"He's in this room. " His dreamy, clear, / Large eyes look round for God: / In vain they search, in vain they peer; / His wits are all abroad!
"He is not here, mamma? No, no; / I do not see him at all! / He's not the shadows, is he? " So / His doubtful accents fall --
Fall on my heart, no babble mere! / They rouse both love and shame: / But for earth's loneliness and fear, / I might be saying the same!
Nay, sometimes, ere the morning break / And home the shadows flee, / In my dim room even yet I take / Those shadows, Lord, for thee!