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THE CHILD IN OUR SOUL
”T was this that now I wished to say
To you, who late and early, aye
Within time’s workshop great are going,
What is, what shall be, ever knowing; —
To you, who all our people’s might
Have roused for freedom new to fight;—
To whom our people gave this power,—
And sorrow, its eternal dower.
THE CHILD IN OUR SOUL
"Towarp God in heaven spacious
With artless faith a boy looks free,
As toward his mother gracious,
And top of Christmas-tree.
But early in the storm of youth
There wounds him deep the serpent’s tooth;
His childhood’s faith is doubted
And flouted.
Soon stands in radiant splendor
With bridal wreath his boyhood’s dream;
Her loving eyes and tender
The light of heaven’s faith stream.
As by his mother’s knee of yore
God’s name he stammers yet once more,
The rue of tears now paying
And praying.
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