By: Ardis E. Parshall - April 10, 2012 My Child and Thine By Ellen Jakeman The long day ends. My little weary childComes confidently to my sheltering arms,And nestles on my bosom restfully.The long, dark night has for her no alarms. My Father, when earth’s day is done for meMay my soul rest confidingly on Thee. The dainty dress was torn – shoes stained with mud,From paths forbidden to her straying feet.I could not punish, for he...
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