lend you for a little time, a child of Mine, He said.
you to love while she lives, and mourn when she is dead.
may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three
But will you, till I call her back, take care of her for Me?
bring her charms to gladden you, since all from earth return.
there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn.
looked the world over in my search for teachers true,
from the throngs that crown life痴 lanes, I have selected you.
will you give her all your love, nor think the labor vain.
hate me when I come to call, to take her back again?
fancied that I heard them say, Dear Lord Thy will be done.
all the joy thy Child shall bring, the risk of grief we値l run.
shelter her with tenderness, we値l love her while we may.
for the happiness we致e known, will ever grateful stay.
shall the angels call for her much sooner than we planned,
brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand.
read by Wendy