Song Of The Innocents Poem by George MacDonald

Song Of The Innocents

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Merry, merry we well may be,
For Jesus Christ is come down to see:
Long before, at the top of the stair,
He set our angels a waiting there,
Waiting hither and thither to fly,
Tending the children of the sky,
Lest they dash little feet against big stones,
And tumble down and break little bones;
For the path is rough, and we must not roam;
We have learned to walk, and must follow him home!

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George MacDonald

George MacDonald

Huntly, Aberdeenshire, Scotland
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