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Edgar Guest - The Path O` Little Children
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The path o` little children is the path I want to tread,
Where green is every valley and every rose is red, 
Where laughter`s always ringing and every smile is real,
And where the hurts are little hurts that just a kiss will heal.

The path o` little children, on the primrose edge o` life, 
That leads away from jealousy and bitterness and strife; 
The path that leads to gladness—that`s the way I want to go, 
Where no one speaks unkindly an` where no one keeps a foe.

The path o` little children that winds o`er hill and dale 
An` leads us down to gentle seas where tiny vessels sail; 
An` leads us through the barnyard an` through the pasture bars 
An` brings us home at evening with hearts that know no scars.

The path o` little children, where peaceful dreams come true, 
Where sunshine`s always streaming, an` every sky is blue;
Where each one loves the other, an` every one is fair, 
An` cheeks are pink with beauty, an` singing fills the air.

The path o` little children, it`s there I want to tread, 
Where innocence is dwelling with not a thing to dread; 
Where care is not an ogre and sin is but a name, 
An` no one thinks of money an` no one sighs for fame.
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