 Crush off his name a moment from my mouth. To Thee my eyes would turn, but they go back, Back to my arm beside me, where he lay — So little, Lord, so little and so warm! I cannot think that Thou hadst need of him! He was so little, Lord, he cannot sing,...  Scribner's Magazine - 565 psl.redagavo - 1901Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | 1901 - 600 psl.
...night throbs on: but let me pray, dear Lord! Crush off his name a moment from my mouth. To thee my eyes would turn, but they go back, Back to my arm...lay — So little, Lord, so little and so warm! I can not think that thou hadst need of him! He is so little, Lord, he can not sing. He can not praise... | |
 | Josephine Daskam Bacon - 1903 - 94 psl.
...night throbs on : but let me pray, dear Lord ! Crush off his name a moment from my mouth. To thee my eyes would turn, but they go back, Back to my arm...had learned Was to hold fast my kisses in the night. i Give him to me — he is not happy there! He had not felt his life : his lovely eyes Just knew me... | |
 | 1902 - 378 psl.
...night throbs on ; but let me pray, dear Lord! Crush off his name a moment from my mouth. To Thee my eyes would turn, but they go back. Back to my arm...he lay — So little, Lord, so little and so warm ! See thou tend him well. " Thou God of all the mothers ! If he lack One of his kisses — Ah, my heart,... | |
 | Joe Mitchell Chapple - 1905 - 472 psl.
...night throbs on ; O, let me pray, dear Lord ! Crush off his name a moment from my mouth. To Thee my eyes would turn, but they go back. Back to my arm...warm! I cannot think that Thou hadst need of him! He was so little. Lord, he cannot sing. He cannot praise Thee; all his life had learned Was to hold fast... | |
 | 1905 - 528 psl.
...The night throbs on; 0, let me pray dear Lord: Crush off his name a moment from my mouth, To Thee my eyes would turn, but they go back. Back to my arm...warm! I cannot think that Thou hadst need of him! He was so little, Lord, he cannot sing, He cannot praise Thee; all his life had learned Was to hold fast... | |
 | Joe Mitchell Chapple - 1905 - 504 psl.
...The night throbs on; O, let me pray dear Lord? Crush off his name a moment from my mouth, To Thee my eyes would turn, but they go back, Back to my arm...warm! I cannot think that Thou hadst need of him! He was so little, Lord, he cannot sing, He cannot praise Thee; all his life had learned Was to hold fast... | |
 | 1905 - 494 psl.
...night throbs on ; 0, let me pray, dear Lord ! Crush off his name a moment from my mouth. To Thee my eyes would turn, but they go back, Back to my arm...and so warm ! I cannot think that Thou hadst need of himl He was so little, Lord, he cannot sing, He cannot praise Thee ; all his life had learned Was to... | |
 | 1913 - 620 psl.
...night throbs on ; O, let me pray, dear Lord ! Crush off his name a moment from my mouth. To Thee my eyes would turn, but they go back, Back to my arm...! I cannot think that Thou hadst need of him ! He was so little, Lord, he cannot sing, He cannot praise Thee ; all his life had learned Was to hold fast... | |
 | Joe Mitchell Chapple - 1911 - 936 psl.
...The night throbs on; O, let me pray, dear Lord! Crush off his name a moment from my mouth. To Thee my eyes would turn, but they go back. Back to my arm...warm! I cannot think that Thou hadst need of him! He was so little. Lord, he cannot sing. He cannot praise Thee ; all his life had learned Was to hold fast... | |
 | 1915 - 488 psl.
...THE night throbs on; 0,'let me pray, dear lad! Crush off his name a moment from my mouth. To Thee my eyes would turn, but they go back, Back to my arm...warm ! I cannot think that Thou hadst need of him! He was so little, Lord, he cannot sing, He cannot praise Thee; all his life had learned Was to hold fast... | |
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