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"If I were a sunbeam,

I know what I'd do;

I would seek white lilies,

Rainy woodlands through.

I would steal among them,

Softest light I'd shed,

Until every lily

Raised its drooping head.

"If I were a sunbeam,

I know where I'd go;

Into lowliest hovels,

Dark with want and woe:

Till sad hearts looked upward,

I would shine and shine;

Then they'd think of heaven,

Their sweet home and mine."

Art thou not a sunbeam,

Child, whose life is glad

With an inner radiance

Sunshine never had?

O, as God hath blessed thee,

Scatter rays divine!

For there is no sunbeam

But must die or shine.