large/1281/lovesongs_sv_librivox_64kb_mp3/love-songs_field_10_64kb_0
large/1281/lovesongs_sv_librivox_64kb_mp3/love-songs_field_10_64kb
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Of worldly wisdom undefiled, Lay fast asleep! Last night, as my dear babe lay dead, In those two messages I read A wisdom manifest; And though my arms be childless now, I am content  to Him I bow Who knoweth best. OF WORLDLY WISDOM UNDEFILED LAY FAST ASLEEP LAST NIGHT AS MY DEAR BABE LAY DEAD IN THOSE TWO MESSAGES I READ A WISDOM MANIFEST AND THOUGH MY ARMS BE CHILDLESS NOW I AM CONTENT TO HIM I BOW WHO KNOWETH BEST
ng Injun crew That hustled the kite away Are little white boys, like you! But "honest" or "just in fun," It is all the same to me; And, when the battle is won, Home once again march we With a r-r-rat-tat-tat And tum-titty-um-tum-tum; And there's glory enough in that For the boys with their little red drum! THE DEAD BABE Last night, as my dear babe lay dead, In agony I knelt and said: "O God! what have I done, Or in what wise offended Thee, That Thou should'st take away from me My little son? "Upon the thousand useless lives, Upon the guilt that vaunting thrives, Thy wrath were better spent! Why should'st Thou take my little son-- Why should'st Thou vent Thy wrath upon This innocent?" Last night, as my dear babe lay dead, Before mine eyes the vision spread Of things that might have been: Licentious riot, cruel strife, Forgotten prayers, a wasted life Dark red with sin! Then, with sweet music in the air, I saw another vision there: A Shepherd in whose keep A little lamb--my little child!  LOVE THE DEAD BABE FROM LOVE SONGS OF CHILDHOOD THIS IS THE LIBERVOX RECORDING ALL LIBERVOX RECORDINGS ARE IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN FOR MORE INFORMATION OR TO VOLUNTEER PLEASE VISIT L I B R I V O X STATUARGI RECORDING BY SQUIDVASHLAKOVA LOVE SONGS OF CHILDHOOD BY EUGENE FIELD THE DEAD BABE LAST NIGHT AS MY DEAR BABE LAY DEAD IN AGONY I KNELT AND SAID O GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE OR IN WHAT WISE OFFENDED THEE THAT THOU SHOULDST TAKE AWAY FROM ME MY LITTLE SON UPON THE THOUSAND USELESS LIVES UPON THE GUILT THAT VAUNTING THRIVES THY WRATH WERE BETTER SPENT WHY SHOULDST THOU TAKE MY LITTLE SON WHY SHOULDST THOU VENT THY WRATH UPON THIS INNOCENT LAST NIGHT AS MY DEAR BABE LAY DEAD BEFORE MINE EYES THE VISION SPREAD OF THINGS THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN LICENTIOUS RIOT CRUEL STRIFE FORGOTTEN PRAYERS WASTED LIFE DARK RED WITH SIN THEN WITH SWEET MUSIC IN THE AIR I SAW ANOTHER VISION THERE A SHEPHERD IN WHOSE KEEP A LITTLE LAMB MY LITTLE CHILD
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