HERE a little child I stand
Heaving up my either hand;
Cold as paddocks though they be,
Here I lift them up to Thee,
For a benison to fall
On our meat and on us all. Amen.
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Comments1Really sweet poem, makes you appreciate the simple innocence of kids praying, warms the heart.