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Thank God for little children, / Bright flowers by earth's wayside, / The dancing, joyous lifeboats / Upon life's stormy tide.
Thank God for little children; / When our skies are cold and gray, / They come as sunshine to our hearts, / And charm our cares away.
I almost think the angels, / Who tend life's garden fair, / Drop down the sweet wild blossoms / That bloom around us here.
It seems a breath of heaven / Round many a cradle lies, / And every little baby / Brings a message from the skies.
The humblest home with children / Is rich in precious gems, / That shame the wealth of monarchs, / And pale their diadems.
Dear mothers, guard these jewels, / As sacred offerings meet, / A wealth of household treasures / To lay at Jesus' feet.