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Ballads and Lyrics of Socialism 1883-1908 . Nesbit, E. (Edith), 1858–1924.
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These Little Ones

  • ‘WHAT of the garden I gave?’
  • God said to me;
  • ‘Hast thou been diligent to foster and save
  • The life of flower and tree?
  • How have the roses thriven,
  • The lilies I have given
  • The pretty scented miracles that spring
  • And summer come to bring?’
  • ‘My garden is fair and dear,’
  • I said to God;
  • ‘From thorns and nettles I have kept it clear,
  • Green‐trimmed its sod.
  • The rose is red and bright,
  • The lily a live delight;
  • I have not lost a flower of all the flowers
  • That blessed my hours.’
  • ‘What of the child I gave?’
  • God said to me;
  • ‘The little little one I died to save
  • And gave in trust to thee?
  • How have the flowers grown
  • That in its soul were sown,
  • The lovely living miracles of youth
  • And hope and joy and truth?’
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  • ‘The child’s face is all white,’
  • I said to God;
  • “It cries for cold and hunger in the night;
  • Its little feet have trod
  • The pavement muddy and cold,
  • It has no flowers to hold,
  • And in its soul the flowers you set are dead.”
  • ‘Thou fool!’ God said.