OLD CHINA
Just a china figure smiling,
Smiling from her shelf on me,
Till I shut my eyes and dreaming,
Dream that once again I see;
In my old room treading- lightly
One so dainty and so fair,
That the sunbeams dancing brightly
Seem more bright when she is there.She with tiny hands is moving
Fragile figures, old and rare;
Dusting now with touch so loving,
Lifting now with anxious care;
And I see a smile of pleasure
Lighting up her lovely face,
As she moves her dearest treasure
To the highest, safest place.But in this world one so tender
Could not long in safety- stay,
Surely God did only lend her,
Lend her for a little day.
Even as the figure which she
Moved with loving hands herself,
So from Heaven she smiles upon me
From God's highest, safest, shelf.(By Mrs. -----------of Feltwell).
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