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36 And she longs for her baby’s kisses,
 * The touch of the dimpled hand,

And the baby voice now thrilling
 * The ears of the angel band.

But you need not fear, O mother!
 * Tho’ the years be many or few,

Tho’ the time pass slow or swiftly,
 * For the baby heart is true.

Not even the songs of the angels
 * Or the joys of Paradise

Can banish the tender yearning
 * From your baby’s gentle eyes

As she lingers beside the portal
 * Of her shining, heavenly home

And asks of the angel warder
 * If her mother soon will come.

And the wistful longing deepens
 * In her eyes as she stands and waits,

Watching for mother darling
 * At the City’s pearly gates.

Cease then to mourn, sad mother,
 * Take up Life’s burden anew,

Shape thou the future before thee
 * With earnest endeavor and true,

That no thought or deed unworthy
 * May bring shame to the baby eyes

That are watching so wistfully for thee
 * From the gates of Paradise.