Of Such - Poem by Thomas Sharp
Three of my little ones, bedded and kissed,
I hear Jean say: 'If God lives high
How treads He there? '
' I think 'twould be too hot to rest
The sun, ' says John;
And Margaret: 'A star would be too small
Off he would fall.'
'Surely the moon's His place, ' and
all the three
Darlings, whom I in vain have striven
Where God doth dwell,
I too have sought His hiding-place
Known His face veiled,
But your sweet prattle falling on
Maketh Him clear.
O when I see your faces, hear your
My heart rejoices,
And in your company, O cherubim,
I am with Him
(The while I hear your voices, see
In the heavenly places.
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