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Show AT THE DOOR. I thought myself indeed secure. So fast the door, so firm the look; But lo! the toddling- conies to.lure My parent ear with timorous knock. My heart were stone could it withstand The sweetnesB of my baby's plea, lhat timorous, baby knocking, an 1, "Please lot me in; it's only me." I throw aside the unfinished book. Regardless of its tempting cluirius. And, opening wide the door, I vak My laughing darling in my ;uv.;s. Who knows but in eternity I, likea truant child, shall wail The glories of a life to be, Reyond the heavenly Father's 8:.:e? And will that heavenly Father .1 The trunnt'o supplieaiii- v.y. As at the out ?r door I vita 1. " 'Tis I. O Father' only i :" EautiiS Field. |