"I'll lend you for a little time a child of mine," he said.
For you to love while he lives and mourn for when he's dead.
It may be six or seven months, or one, or two, or three.
But will you 'til I call him back, take care of him for me.
He'll bring you charms to gladden you, and should his stay be brief.
You'll have his loving memories as solace for you grief.
I can not promise he will stay since all from earth return.
But, there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn.
I've looked this wide world over for teachers true.
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes, I have selected you.
Now will you give him all the love, nor think the labor vain.
Nor hate me when I come to call, to take him back again.
"I fancy that," I heard them say, "Dear Lord thy will be done."
For all the joy thy child shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter him with tenderness. We'll love him while we may.
And, for the happiness we have known, forever grateful stay.
But, should the angel come for him much sooner than we've planned.
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes,
And try to understand.