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 ITTLE eyes so softly wooing, Purely blind and purely wise ; Knowing naught of evil-doing, Knowing much of good, dear eyes : Shining on me, holy, sweet, Gentle thoughts your gaze should meet. Little hands with restless motion Fluttering about my cheek ; Little feet with swift commotion Rushing some new joy to seek : Bringing tidings fearlessly, Never doubting sympathy. Little heart so swiftly gladdened, Little soul so soon cast down ; Little lips with curves so saddened By a moment's passing frown. Let me humbly kneel beside thee, Only God is fit to guide thee.