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Waking from tender sleep,
My neighbour's little
Put out his baby hand to me,
Looked in my face, and smiled.
It seemed as if he
Home from a happy land,
To tell me something that my
Would surely understand.
Somewhere, among bright dreams,
A child that once was
Had whispered wordless love to him,
And given him a sign.
Comfort of kindly speech,
And counsel of the wise,
Have helped me less than what I
In those deep-smiling eyes.
Sleep sweetly, little friend,
And dream again of heaven:
With double love I kiss your hand,—Your message has been given.
Henry Van Dyke
Henry Jackson van Dyke Jr. (November 10, 1852 – April 10, 1933) was an American author, educator, diplomat, and clergyman.
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