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Show MY SON By I. D. S. I lay my newborn son within my arms, And wept above his head, Stirred to those tears by sudden, vague alarms That deepened into dread. All of my sins, and all that tempted me, Must he, too, know and light? And all the wrong that I had failed to flee Make hard for him the right? And must the frailties and the faults of all His father's kin and mine, Upon that sweet and helpless being fall To mar that soul divine? Fear grew upon mc. Then a peace that shed Calm on me, sudden fell Around me and that drowsy, nestling head, And whispered all was well. It was as though our blessed Lady bent A moment from on high, And on the little son that God had sent Looked with a loving eye. Remembering when her own Son was as small, Helpless, In her embrace, And how all heaven shone upon her from That tiny, baby face. As though she comforted, with accents mild: "Lay thou thy fears aside. It was to save from that, that mine own Son Suffered and lived and died." |