HAPPY CHILD.
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Happy, happy child am I,
On a mother's arms to lie,
Or to rest my weary head
On a soft and downy bed,
Beneath her gentle eye:
While she kneels beside me there,
Teaching me a holy pray'r.
But the little heathen child,
Naked, ignorant and wild,
Has no home or downy bed,
Where to rest his aching head,
Or mother's arms to shield.
She no prayer of love can say,
Heathen mothers will not pray.
Blessed Savior, now I see,
Thou art kinder far to me,
And I will not lay my head,
On my downy peaceful bed,
Till I have pray'd to thee;
Thank'd thee for a mother's care,
Such as heathen never share.
B.
