WHAT purer, brighter sight on earth, than when Hid in some nook from all but angels' ken, And with his radiance bathes it through and through, 272 LITTLE BESSIE. Exhales and draws it with absorbing love? And what if Heaven therein give token true Of grace that new-born dying infants prove, Just touched with Jesus' light, then lost in joys above? LITTLE BESSIE. "HUG me closer, closer, mother; Something hurts me here, dear mother, O, I wonder, wonder, mother, "All the day, while you were working, I was trying to be patient, And to think of what you said: How the kind and blessed Jesus Loves his lambs to watch and keep; "Just before the lamp was lighted, KEBLE. |