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Show Will, il l.n IT? By Berton Brainy, I don't know exactly what Heaven Is like. I may never learn. It is true. For no ono can tell how his record may strike The angels who watch what we do. The streets may bo gold that Is shining shin-ing and puro.. The. gates may be pearly and fair I don't know, of course but I'm perfectly per-fectly sure Thero's plenty of babies up there For ' Puffer the children to come unto un-to me. Of such Is the Kingdom of Heaven". The Savior spake thus, in his tend-ercst tend-ercst key. He know how the bablos could leaven And quicken tho spirit of Joy upon earth With gurgles of Infantile laughter He knew that the babes would givo Heaven Its worth Throughout the eternal hereafter' How dull would bo Heaen for angel or saint Without any babies to coddle! Without any baby speech, stumbling and quaint. Without any small feet lo toddle In fields of Elysium'. Ah well, wo know From what the Good Hook saya about them. That heaven Is teeming with babies for oh. It wouldn't be Heaven without them! , (Copyright. 1D22. NEA Service.) 1 |