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Toys, and treats, and pleasures pass Like a shadow in a glass, Like the smoke that mounts on high, Like a noonday's butterfly. Quick they come and quick they end, Like the money that I spend; Some to-day, to-morrow more, Short, like those that went before. Mother, fold me to your knees! How much should I care for these— Little joys that come and go! If you did not love me so? And when things are sad or wrong, Then I know that love is strong; When I ache, or when I weep, Then I know that love is deep. Father, now my prayer is said, Lay your hand upon my head! Pleasures pass from day to day, But I know that love will stay. While I sleep it will be near; I shall wake and find it here; I shall feel it in the air When I say my morning prayer. Maker of this little heart! Lord of love I know thou art! Little heart though thou forget, Still the love is round thee set. |