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Rh From stern to tenderer mood, At thought of gratitude Shown than of song or story He heard of hearts unkind.

But with what words for token And what adoring tears Of reverence risen to passion, In what glad prostrate fashion Of spirit and soul subdued, May man show gratitude For thanks of children spoken That hover in his ears?

The angels laugh, your brothers, Child, hearing you thank me, With eyes whence night grows sunny, And touch of lips like honey, And words like honey-dew: But how shall I thank you? For gifts above all others What guerdon-gift may be?

What wealth of words caressing, What choice of songs found best, Would seem not as derision, Found vain beside the vision And glory from above Shown in a child's heart's love? His part in life is blessing; Ours, only to be blest.