Show IN MEMORY OF A BABY by ANNE CAMPBELL at DO not know why angel wings should flutter near mo me in the night then swinging as a starling swings desert me tor for eternal flight s I 1 do not know why baby hands should dine cling one moment to my own then reach for or the celestial lands and leave me weeping all alone perhaps by heavens outer gate there is a tiny sentinel who waits as I 1 have learned to wait to hear the tolling of a bell I 1 longed to keep a little soul from this worlds sadness undefiled and weep that by the starry goal stainless there waits a little child copyright W WW W service |