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As we wait for the sunshine of springtime
To follow the winter's cold snows,
So we wait for the coming of baby
And while waiting the Mother love grows
And her heart longs to hold in her bosom's soft fold,
And feel it lie warmly against her
That dear little mortal, from Heaven's White Portal,
Her baby, her little white rose.
At last comes the wonderful evening.
A kind husband stands at her side
And they pass through the shadows together
To the stream called "death's River" so wide
And he holds fast her hand as she gropes for the land
That bright land just beyond the dark water,
But his love true and warm kept her safe through the storm
And she woke with her baby beside her.
Oh that beautiful, wonderful baby.
She was fair as the blossoms in Spring.
She was sweet as the perfume of roses
And as happy as birds on the wing.
And her smile was like sunshine that breaks through the clouds
For no darkness could ever obscure her
And her voice was like music, like singing of birds,
And our sweet Sunshine Fairy we called her.
But like the fair blossoms of Summer
Are nipped by the Autumn's cold breeze
And like the first snow drifts of Winter
Spreads it's shrouds over gardens and trees
So the Angel of Death blew his icy cold breath
On our baby, our sweet little flower
And her sweet gentle spirit went to God who had given it
And left us alone with our sorrow.
Oh, Father In Heaven, be with us
And from thy great storehouse of love
Send Thy Spirit to comfort and bless us
'Til we meet our dear baby above.
May we through the years of sorrow and tears
Find joy in the words Christ has given
"In my Mansions there's room, let the little one's come
For of such is the Kingdom of Heaven."
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