JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER

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CHRIST of God ! whose life and death Our own have reconciled, Most quietly, most tenderly

Take home thy star-named child !

Thy grace is in her patient eyes,

Thy words are on her tongue ; The very silence round her seems

As if the angels sung.

, . Her smile is as a listening child's

Who hears its mother's call ; The lilies of Thy perfect peace

About her pillow fall.

She leans from out our clinging arms

To rest herself in Thine ; Alone to Thee, dear Lord, can we

Our well-beloved resign.

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O, less for her than for ourselves

We bow our heads and pray ; Her setting star, like Bethlehem's,

To Thee shall point the way!

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