New Baby Girl
Dresses and bonnets,
Diapers and toys;
Sorrow and tears
May be mixed with the joys;
God gives little children
To be all our own;
But the years swiftly fly,
And soon they’ll be flown.
So hold your dear baby--
Oh, treasure this gem;
For there’s nothing so precious
As this gift sent from Him.
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