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Cross Roads
Contents:
A Baby’s Hands
God made the rivers, the hills, and the seas,
God made the flowers, the grass, and the trees;
God made the clouds, and the waves, silver-crested,
Then God made the hands of a baby — and rested!
How did He make them? Well, nobody knows —
Some say He dreamed of the bud of a rose,
And that He woke as the dawn swept away
Night in the dancing pink promise of day.
Maybe He thought of the light of a star,
(That’s why He made them as soft as they are!)
Maybe He watched while a new butterfly,
Light as a sunbeam, went fluttering by.
Maybe He walked in a garden, dew-kissed,
That’s why He made them as frail as the mist —
Then as He leaned from His heaven above,
God made them strong as His greatest gift — LOVE!
God made the mountains — we wonder at these —
God made the splendor of sunsets and trees;
God made vast mines where a world’s wealth is piled,
Then God made the hands of a baby — and smiled!
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Chicago: Margaret Elizabeth Sangster, "A Baby’s Hands," Cross Roads, ed. Sutherland, Alexander, 1853-1902 and trans. Seaton, R. C. in Cross Roads (New York: George E. Wood, ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892), Original Sources, accessed July 26, 2024, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=3V9MD32ED1XYS3G.
MLA: Sangster, Margaret Elizabeth. "A Baby’s Hands." Cross Roads, edited by Sutherland, Alexander, 1853-1902, and translated by Seaton, R. C., in Cross Roads, New York, George E. Wood, ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892, Original Sources. 26 Jul. 2024. http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=3V9MD32ED1XYS3G.
Harvard: Sangster, ME, 'A Baby’s Hands' in Cross Roads, ed. and trans. . cited in ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892, Cross Roads, George E. Wood, New York. Original Sources, retrieved 26 July 2024, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=3V9MD32ED1XYS3G.
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