Let Us Gather Up the Sunbeams.

Let Us Gather Up the Sunbeams.
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Let us gather up the sunbeams,
Lying all around our path,
Let us take the wheat and roses.
Casting out the thorns and chaff;
Let us find our sweetest comfort In the blessings of to-day,
With a patient hand removing
All the briars from the way.

Chorus.
Then scatter seeds of kindness,
Then scatter seeds of kindness,
Then scatter seeds of kindness,
For our reaping by-and-by.

If we knew the baby fingers
Pressed against the window-pane
Would be cold in death tomorrow-
Never trouble ns again- Would the bright eyes of our darling
Catch the frown upon our brow?
Would the prints of rosy fingers
Vex us then as they do now?

CHORUS

Oh, those little ice-cold fingers,
How they point our memories back
To the hasty words and actions
Strewn along our backward track.
How those little hands remind us.
As in snowy grace they lie.
Not to scatter thorns, but roses,
For our reaping by-and-by,

CHORUS