Blest in death and life beyond man`s guessing Little children live and die, possest Still of grace that keeps them past expressing Blest. Each least chirp that rings from every nest, Each least touch of flower-soft fingers pressing Aught that yearns and trembles to be prest, Each least glance, gives gifts of grace, redressing Grief`s worst wrongs: each mother`s nurturing breast Feeds a flower of bliss, beyond all blessing Blest.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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