Song of the Innocents

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Song of the Innocents

Merry, merry we well may be,

For Jesus Christ is come down to see:

Long before, at the top of the stair,

He set our angels a waiting there,

Waiting hither and thither to fly,

Tending the children of the sky,

Lest they dash little feet against big stones,

And tumble down and break little bones;

For the path is rough, and we must not roam;

We have learned to walk, and must follow him home!