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 Flowing dreamily, the tune Of a hymn that asks a boon In childish accents of the Saviour, Who, by the love in his behaviour, Showed God cherishes a child; And whensoe'er pain made him wild, His mother sang it; then, released, The child himself sang on, nor ceased On earth till he commenced in heaven. For I think that fatal even, While upon death's wave he drifted, While the mist of life was lifted, On our earth-shore he heard his mother, And pure angels on the other;

Even so she sang to him, While his lovely eyes grew dim, In fair former eves, while he Loosed waifs of singing dreamily, Till he floated into sleep. Now it is more strange and deep. "Jesus," he murmured, hearing the Lord call: "Fear not, My darling, on My heart to fall!"