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NELLIE (aged Nine).
Weep not!
Call her not dead. She was only nine years old;
Her hair was like a cataract all of gold;
Faced was she like the cherubim from the first,
Perchance as a foretoken that she would burst
The bonds that held her down from heaven ere long
She left off singing in her life's matin-song.
Weep not!
Call her not dead. She was only nine years old;
Her hair was like a cataract all of gold;
Faced was she like the cherubim from the first,
Perchance as a foretoken that she would burst
The bonds that held her down from heaven ere long
She left off singing in her life's matin-song.
Weep not!
Weep not!
She passed from one to another happy home:
Her little feet had not the leisure to roam
Off the footpath into the brambles of life;
She had no time to taste the sorrow and strife
That damp and mildew and rust a woman's years,
With schoolgirl's and lover's, wife's and mother's tears.
Weep not!
She passed from one to another happy home:
Her little feet had not the leisure to roam
Off the footpath into the brambles of life;
She had no time to taste the sorrow and strife
That damp and mildew and rust a woman's years,
With schoolgirl's and lover's, wife's and mother's tears.
Weep not!
Weep not!
She is not dead, but asleep. Who would not sleep
Rather than work and weary and waste and weep
Here in life's fever, faction, fear, and fret?
Her cheeks and lashes will never more be wet:
He called her back ere her heart had learned to ache;
He loved her much, and took her for her own sake.
Weep not!
She is not dead, but asleep. Who would not sleep
Rather than work and weary and waste and weep
Here in life's fever, faction, fear, and fret?
Her cheeks and lashes will never more be wet:
He called her back ere her heart had learned to ache;
He loved her much, and took her for her own sake.
Weep not!
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