Toggle Dropdown Serif Sans-serif Monospaced Dyslexic Bold Italic Font size: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 Mark as read [object Object] Only page of title 142 6 Fairly Easy Kindly and warm and tender, He nestled each childish palm So close in his own that his touch was a prayer And his speech a blessed psalm. He has turned from the marvelous pages Of many an alien tome -- Haply come down from Olivet, Or out from the gates of Rome -- Set sail o'er the seas between him And each little beckoning hand That fluttered about in the meadows And groves of his native land, -- Fluttered and flashed on his vision As, in the glimmering light Of the orchard-lands of childhood, The blossoms of pink and white. And there have been sobs in his bosom, As out on the shores he stept, And many a little welcomer Has wondered why he wept. -- That was because, O children, Ye might not always be The same that the Savior's arms were wound About, in Galilee. End of title Sign in to unlock this title Sign in to continue reading, it's free! As an unregistered user you can only read a little bit. Links External resources bookshop Wikipedia Project Gutenberg Goodreads Google Books
Kindly and warm and tender, He nestled each childish palm So close in his own that his touch was a prayer And his speech a blessed psalm.
He has turned from the marvelous pages Of many an alien tome -- Haply come down from Olivet, Or out from the gates of Rome --
Set sail o'er the seas between him And each little beckoning hand That fluttered about in the meadows And groves of his native land, --
Fluttered and flashed on his vision As, in the glimmering light Of the orchard-lands of childhood, The blossoms of pink and white.
And there have been sobs in his bosom, As out on the shores he stept, And many a little welcomer Has wondered why he wept. --
That was because, O children, Ye might not always be The same that the Savior's arms were wound About, in Galilee.
