CAN YOU SEE A LITTLE FACE?
Reading edition
Can you see a little face, Just the type of witching grace, As a darling clasps your knee With a gesture honey sweet, Lisping love in dimpled glee Till the sum of life’s complete? Is she happy as a lark From the rosy dawn till dark? And when twilight folds the world Close within her calm embrace, Is the night with gladness pearled By the light of that dear face? Does she whisper, as her eyes Bid the drowsy curtains rise: “Wake me sure, to Santa see” And; [a shy aside is this,] “I’ll be truly dood, if he, Lets me give him just a kiss.” Do the dimpled fingers cling, Close and closer while you sing Praises to the Savior’s name? Telling of the happy hour When a precious gift he came, Prince of love, and peace and power.