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“Talitha Cumi”
Eyes wet and hearts bleeding,
We laid her to rest—
Her little hands, pleading
The cross, on her breast.
We laid her to rest—
Her little hands, pleading
The cross, on her breast.
Tho' bitter our weeping,
No murmur we made;
We knew in whose keeping
Our darling was laid.
No murmur we made;
We knew in whose keeping
Our darling was laid.
We trusted, heart-broken;
Tear-blinded, we smiled;
And carved for a token
“Talitha”—our child.
Tear-blinded, we smiled;
And carved for a token
“Talitha”—our child.
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