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How sweet to lay my weary head

Upon my quiet little bed,

And feel assured, that all day long

I have not knowingly done wrong!

How sweet to hear my mother say,

"You have been very good to-day!"

How sweet to see my father's joy

When he can say, "My dear, good boy!"

How sweet it is my thoughts to send

To many a dear-loved distant friend,

And feel, if they my heart could see,

How very happy they would be!

How sweet to think that He whose love

Made all these shining worlds above

My pure and happy heart can see,

And loves a little boy like me.