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LITTLE Jesus, wast Thou shy | |
Once, and just so small as I? | |
And what did it feel like to be | |
Out of Heaven, and just like me? | |
Didst Thou sometimes think of there, | 5 |
And ask where all the angels were? | |
I should think that I would cry | |
For my house all made of sky; | |
I would look about the air, | |
And wonder where my angels were; | 10 |
And at waking ’twould distress me— | |
Not an angel there to dress me! | |
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Hadst Thou ever any toys, | |
Like us little girls and boys? | |
And didst Thou play in Heaven with all | 15 |
The angels that were not too tall, | |
With stars for marbles? Did the things | |
Play Can you see me? through their wings? | |
And did thy Mother let Thee spoil | |
Thy robes, with playing on our soil? | 20 |
How nice to have them always new | |
In Heaven, because ’twas quite clean blue! | |
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Didst Thou kneel at night to pray, | |
And didst Thou join thy hands, this way? | |
And did they tire sometimes, being young, | 25 |
And make the prayer seem very long? | |
And dost Thou like it best, that we | |
Should join our hands to pray to Thee? | |
I used to think, before I knew, | |
The prayer not said unless we do. | 30 |
And did thy Mother at the night | |
Kiss Thee, and fold the clothes in right? | |
And didst Thou feel quite good in bed, | |
Kiss’d, and sweet, and thy prayers said? | |
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Thou canst not have forgotten all | 35 |
That it feels like to be small: | |
And Thou know’st I cannot pray | |
To Thee in my father’s way— | |
When Thou wast so little, say, | |
Couldst Thou talk thy Father’s way?— | 40 |
So, a little Child, come down | |
And hear a child’s tongue like thy own; | |
Take me by the hand and walk, | |
And listen to my baby-talk. | |
To thy Father show my prayer | 45 |
(He will look, Thou art so fair), | |
And say: ‘O Father, I, thy Son, | |
Bring the prayer of a little one.’ | |
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And He will smile, that children’s tongue | |
Has not changed since Thou wast young! | 50 |
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