The Desire

Give me no mansions ivory white
Nor palaces of pearl and gold;
Give me a child for all delight,
——Just four years old.

Give me no wings of rosy shine
Nor snowy raiment, fold on fold,
Give me a little boy all mine,
——Just four years old.

Give me no gold and starry crown
Nor harps, nor palm branches unrolled;
Give me a nestling head of brown,
——Just four years old.

Give me a cheek that's like the peach,
Two arms to clasp me from the cold;
And all my heaven's within my reach,
——Just four years old.

Dear God, You give me from Your skies
A little paradise to hold,
As Mary once her Paradise,
——Just four years old.
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