THE CHILD GOD GAVE

"Give me a little child

To draw this dreary want out of my breast,"

I cried to God.

"Give, for my days beat wild

With loneliness that will not rest

But under the still sod!"

It came—with groping lips

And little fingers stealing aimlessly

About my heart.

I was like one who slips

A-sudden into Ecstasy

And thinks ne'er to depart.

"Soon he will smile," I said,

"And babble baby love into my ears—

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How it will thrill!"

I waited—Oh, the dread,

The clutching agony, the fears!—

He was so strange and still.

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