REST

EDITH L. PERKINS.

Lie still, little child, on thy mother's breast;
Her arms are about thee, and thou canst rest
Secure in her love, which knoweth best.

O rest, troubled heart, as the years go by,
Quiet thy fears, mourn not, nor sigh;
Love claimeth thee, and Love is nigh!

Love knoweth thy need, and heareth thy call;
Love keepeth thee,—thou canst not fall,
Love's tender watch is over all.

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