Types of Childrens Literature by Walter Barnes
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IF I WERE A SUNBEAM "If I were a sunbeam, I know what I'd do; I would seek white lilies, Rainy woodlands through. I would steal among them, Softest light I'd shed, Until every lily Raised its drooping head. "If I were a sunbeam, I know where I'd go; Into lowliest hovels, Dark with want and woe: Till sad hearts looked upward, I would shine and shine; Then they'd think of heaven, Their sweet home and mine." Art thou not a sunbeam, Child, whose life is glad With an inner radiance Sunshine never had? O, as God hath blessed thee, Scatter rays divine! For there is no sunbeam But must die or shine. |
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