Little Children Brought to Jesus -
LITTLE CHILDREN BROUGHT TO JESUS .
" Suffer that little children come to me,
Forbid them not." Embolden'd by his words,
The mothers onward press; but, finding vain
The attempt to reach the Lord, they trust their babes
To strangers' hands. The innocents alarm'd,
Amid the throng of faces all unknown,
Shrink trembling, till their wandering eyes discern
The countenance of Jesus, beaming love
And pity; eager then they stretch their arms,
And, cowering, lay their heads upon his breast.
" Suffer that little children come to me,
Forbid them not." Embolden'd by his words,
The mothers onward press; but, finding vain
The attempt to reach the Lord, they trust their babes
To strangers' hands. The innocents alarm'd,
Amid the throng of faces all unknown,
Shrink trembling, till their wandering eyes discern
The countenance of Jesus, beaming love
And pity; eager then they stretch their arms,
And, cowering, lay their heads upon his breast.
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