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I know you'll not forget to plant fresh flowers
Around the little grave. 'Tis nothing; yet,
When I return I would not like to see
Another picture than I bear with me.
You cannot doubt the love I bear to you,
You cannot doubt the grief that weeps for you,
You cannot doubt the purpose that for you
Would school my heart by earnest discipline;
You cannot doubt me, even in leaving you
A little while, and but a little while,
For surely God will spare me unto you.
Around the little grave. 'Tis nothing; yet,
When I return I would not like to see
Another picture than I bear with me.
You cannot doubt the love I bear to you,
You cannot doubt the grief that weeps for you,
You cannot doubt the purpose that for you
Would school my heart by earnest discipline;
You cannot doubt me, even in leaving you
A little while, and but a little while,
For surely God will spare me unto you.
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