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| My Beloved... My Son |
"I'll lend you for a little time
A child of mine," He said,
For you to love while he lives
And mourn for when he is dead."
"It may be six or seven years,
Or twenty-two or three;
But will you,... 'til I call him back
... Take care of him for me?"
"He will bring his charms to gladden you
And shall his stay be brief,
...You'll have his lovely memories
As solace for your grief."
"I cannot promise he will stay,
Since all from earth return...
But there are lessons taught down there
I want this child to learn."
"I've looked the wide world over
In search for teachers true,
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes
I have selected you."
"Now will you give him all your love
Nor think the labor vain;
Nor hate Me when I come to call
And take him back again?"
I fancied that I heard them say,
"Dear Lord, Thy Will be done!
For all the joy Thy child shall bring,
The risk of grief we'll run."
"We will shelter him with tenderness,
We'll love him while we may,
And for the happiness we've known
Forever grateful stay."
"But shall the Angels call for him
Much sooner than we've planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes
And try to understand."
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