â€œIâ€™ll lend you, for a little while, a child of mine, â€œ HE said,
â€œFor you to love while he lives,
and mourn when he is dead.â€
It may be six or seven years,
or twenty-two, or three,
But, will you, â€˜til I call him back
take care of him for me?
Heâ€™ll bring his charms to gladden you,
and shall his stay be brief,
you ‘ll have his lovely memories
as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay,
as all from earth return,
But, there are lessons taught down there
I want this child to learn.
Iâ€™ve looked the wide world over in my search
for teachers true,
And, from the throngs that crowds lifeâ€™s lanes,
I have selected you.
Now will you give him all your love?
Not think the labour vain,
Nor hate me when I come to call
to take him back again.â€
I fancied that I heard them say,
â€œDear Lord, thy will be done.
For all the joy this child shall bring,
the risk of grief weâ€™ll run.
Weâ€™ll shower him with tenderness
and love him while we may,
And, for the happiness weâ€™ve known,
forever grateful stay.
And, should the angels call for him
much sooner than we planned,
Weâ€™ll brave the bitter grief that comes,
and try to understand.â€