My Dancing Girl
The Angels guide her now,
And watch her curly head,
And lead her in their games,
The little girl we led.
She cannot come to harm,
She knows more than we know,
Her light is brighter by far,
Than the day here below.
Her path leads on and on,
Through pleasant lawns and flowers,
her hazel eyes open wide,
Jjat grass more green than ours.
With playmates like herself,
The shining girl will sing,
Exploring wondrous places,
Sweet and eternal spring.
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