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There has something come to our house That brightens up each day. And it seems so wonderful That it has come to stay. I scarce know what to call it; It is so very fair. There is nothing to compare it to. It is so very rare. It is sweeter than a rosebud. Lovelier than a pearl. Better than gold or diamonds. My precious baby girl. And then the though comes to me, "She isn't really mine. God only loaned her to me, To care for, for a time." So I must always cherish her, For some day he will say, "How did you guard the jewel I loaned to you, one day?" So I must guard and guide her And rear her tenderly For I am training a precious soul For time and eternity. |
