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“I’ll lend you for a little while a child of mine” he said.

“For you to love while she’s alive and mourn when she is dead.”

“It may be six or seven years or twenty two or three, but will you ’til I call on her take care of her for me?”

“She’ll bring her charms to gladden you and if her stay is brief, you’ll
have her lovely memory as solace for your grief.”

“I can’t promise she will stay, as all from earth return, but there are
lessons taught down there I want this child to learn.”

“I’ve looked the wide world over and in my search for teachers true,
and from the throng that crowd life’s lanes, I have chosen you.”

“Now will you give her all the love – not think the labor vain, nor hate me when I come to call and take her back again?”

“I fancied that I heard them say, Dear Lord they will be done, for all
the joy this child shall bring, the risk of grief we’ll run.”

“We’ll shower her with tenderness and love her while we may, and for the happiness we have known, now in our hearts she’ll stay.”

~Author Unknown

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