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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Sep 16, 1915

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 92, No. 46.

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For My Child

By Louise Morgan Sill

DEAR little arms that round me twine, Dear little heart that leans on mine, You are so small—the world goes by And never sees us, you and me, Who sit in some sweet, sheltered place And whisper in a close embrace. But oh, if all the trumpet flare Of all the pageant passing there, If all the beauty of the earth, All treasures of whatever worth, The glory of triumphal things, The gift of fame, the wealth of kings— If these and more were offered me, For you, my child, in barter free, I’d give my answer in a smile, And hug you to my soul the while. —Louise Morgan Sill.