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 Then, with sweet music in the air, I saw another vision there: A Shepherd in whose keep A little lamb—my little child! Of worldly wisdom undefiled, Lay fast asleep!

Last night, as my dear babe lay dead, In those two messages I read A wisdom manifest; And though my arms be childless now, I am content—to Him I bow Who knoweth best.