The Message by Henry Van Dyke
Waking from tender sleep, My neighbour's little child Put out his baby hand to me, Looked in my face, and smiled.
It seemed as if he came Home from a happy land, To tell me something that my heart Would surely understand.
Somewhere, among bright dreams, A child that once was mine 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 read 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.
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