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Edgar Guest - The Little HurtsEdgar Guest - The Little Hurts
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Every night she runs to me With a bandaged arm or a bandaged knee, A stone-bruised heel or a swollen brow, And in sorrowful tones she tells me how She fell and "hurted herse`f to-day" While she was having the "bestest play." And I take her up in my arms and kiss The new little wounds and whisper this: "Oh, you must be careful, my little one, You mustn`t get hurt while your daddy`s gone, For every cut with its ache and smart Leaves another bruise on your daddy`s heart." Every night I must stoop to see The fresh little cuts on her arm or knee; The little hurts that have marred her play, And brought the tears on a happy day; For the path of childhood is oft beset With care and trouble and things that fret. Oh, little girl, when you older grow, Far greater hurts than these you`ll know; Greater bruises will bring your tears, Around the bend of the lane of years, But come to your daddy with them at night And he`ll do his best to make all things right.
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