was playing on the floor,
When suddenly a sunbeam
came through the open door,
And, striking on the carpet,
it made a little dot;
The darling baby saw it,
and crept up to the spot.
His little face was beaming
with a world of perfect joy,
As if an angel's presence
had filled the little boy;
And with his tiny finger,
as in a fairy dream,
He touched the dot of sunshine,
and followed up the beam.
He looked up to his mother
to share his infant bliss;
Then stooped, and gave the sunbeam
a pure, sweet baby kiss.
O Lord, our heavenly Father!
in the fullness of my joy,
I pray that childlike feeling
may never leave the boy!
But in the days of trial,
when sin allures the youth,
Send out the light to guide him --
the sunbeams of thy truth.
And may his heart be ever
to thee an open door,
Through which thy truth, as sunbeams,
make joy upon Life's floor!
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