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"He did, my dear boy," did his mother reply;
"Our Father in heaven, who dwells in the sky,
Made all these fine things,—the wide earth and seas,
The hills and the mountains, the rocks and the trees.
"This carpet of grass with its blossoms so fair,
The beasts of the wood and the fowls of the air,—
All my dear boy has seen in sunshine or shade,
His heavenly Father in kindness has made.
"And life, health, and strength he has given to thee,
And hearing, and eye-sight these beauties to see;
O, give him thine heart, then, in grief and in joy;
He will love thee and make thee his own little boy;
Will guard thee in safety thro' life, and will even
Take thee with him to dwell in his beautiful heaven.
