I'll Lend You A Foal
I'll lend you for a little while
My grandest foal, He said.
For you to love while she's alive
And mourn for when she's dead.
It may be one or twenty years,
Or days or months, you see.
But will you, till I take her back
Take care of her for me?
She'll bring her charms to gladden you,
And should her stay be brief
You'll have her treasured memories
As solance for your grief.
I can't promise how long the stay,
Since all from earth return.
But there are lessons taught on earth
That from this special foal you'll learn.
I've looked the wide world over
In my search for teachers true.
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes
With trust, I've chosen you.
Now will you give her all your love?
Nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come
To take her back again?
I know you'll give her tenderness
And love will bloom each day.
And for the happiness you've known
You will forever grateful stay.
But should I come and call for her
Much sooner than you planned,
You'll brave the bitter grief that comes
And then you'll understand......
They are special needing little souls
That give more than they take,
But leave behind their tiny hoofprints
on our heart,
To forever trot on past their wake.
AUTHOR UNKNOWN
I'll lend you for a little while
My grandest foal, He said.
For you to love while she's alive
And mourn for when she's dead.
It may be one or twenty years,
Or days or months, you see.
But will you, till I take her back
Take care of her for me?
She'll bring her charms to gladden you,
And should her stay be brief
You'll have her treasured memories
As solance for your grief.
I can't promise how long the stay,
Since all from earth return.
But there are lessons taught on earth
That from this special foal you'll learn.
I've looked the wide world over
In my search for teachers true.
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes
With trust, I've chosen you.
Now will you give her all your love?
Nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come
To take her back again?
I know you'll give her tenderness
And love will bloom each day.
And for the happiness you've known
You will forever grateful stay.
But should I come and call for her
Much sooner than you planned,
You'll brave the bitter grief that comes
And then you'll understand......
They are special needing little souls
That give more than they take,
But leave behind their tiny hoofprints
on our heart,
To forever trot on past their wake.
AUTHOR UNKNOWN
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