As those babes who first did meet

At our Heavenly Master's feet.

In His arms He took them all:

Oh, 'tis precious to recall—

Blessèd to believe it true—

That what we love He loved too!

Since the time when life was new,

All my long, long journey through,

I have story-teller been.

When a child I did begin

To my playmates; later on,

Other children, long since gone,

Came to listen; and of some,

Still the children's children come!

Some, the dearest, took their flight,

In the early morning light,

To the glory far away,

Made for them and such as they.

I have lingered till the last;

All the busy hours are past;

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