Thursday, May 17, 2012


Many flowers bloom on earth.
Many sweet songs are sung.
Many treasures men have found,
Countless stars God has hung.

Many bright treasures wash ashore
Many grand trees spread tall.
Many works of God's design,
Birds and beasts and all.

Nothing compares with one thing,
Nothing is half so fine
Nothing touches the winsome grin 
On the face of this grandson of mine!

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