Edna Hirons Poems

She is so little yet, dear God,
Too little now to take the rod
Of life within her own small hand,
So she is rocked to sleepy land.
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Dear Lord, I thank you for my home,
For these four walls to call my own
Where in life's solitude and rest
I am with those I love the best.
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Earth is so large and I so small
It seems to matter not at all
What deeds I do our course I take,
For tears will fall and hearts will break
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