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His little hands were meekly clasped, / And to that cheek so fair, / A ringlet carelessly had strayed, / And lightly lingered there,
Beneath those silken lids that dropped, / Were eyes serenely bright; / An infant kneels, and angels gaze / With rapture at the sight.
Well may they strike their golden harps, / And swell their songs of praise; / An infant kneels in artless strains / Its feeble voice to raise.
Oh, what a lesson! if a child / So innocent must kneel, / Should not our sinful time-seared hearts / A deep contrition feel?
How often from a little child / May we a lesson learn! / Remind us of our wanderings, / And urged to quick return. / 1842