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Bless this little heart, this white soul
that has won the kiss of heaven for our earth.

She loves the light of the sun,
She loves the sight of her mother's face.

She has not learned to despise the dust,
and to hanker after gold.

Clasp her to your heart and bless her.
She has come into this land of hundred crossroads.

I know not how she chose you from the crowd,
came to your door, and grasped your hand
to ask her way.

She will follow you, laughing and talking,
and not a doubt in her heart.
Keep her trust, lead her straight and bless her.

Lay your hand on her head, and pray
that though the waves underneath grow threatening,
yet the breath from above may come and
fill her sails and waft her to the heaven of peace.

Forget her not in your hurry,
let her come to your heart and bless her...