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The Little Child's
Faith
by Louis
Edwin Thayer
It's a comfort to me in life's
battle,
When the conflict seems all going wrong,
When I seem to lose every
ambition
And the current of life grows too strong,
To think that the dusk
ends the warfare,
That the worry is done for the night;
And the little
child there, at the window,
Believes that his daddy's all right.
In
the heat of the day and the hurry,
I'm prompted so often to pause,
While
my mind strays away from the striving,
Away from the noise and
applause.
The cheers may be meant for some other;
Perhaps I have lost in
the fight;
But the little child waits at the window,
Believing his daddy's
all right.
I can laugh at the downfalls and failure;
I can smile in
the trial and pain;
I can feel that in spite of the errors,
The struggle
has not been in vain.
If Fortune will only retain me
That comfort and
solace at night,
When the little child waits at the window,
Believing his
daddy's all right.
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