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MOTHER, WHAT IS DEATH?
“Mother, how still the baby lies—
I cannot hear his breath;
I cannot see his laughing eyes—
They tell me this is death.
I cannot hear his breath;
I cannot see his laughing eyes—
They tell me this is death.
“My little work I tried to bring,
And sit down by his bed,
And pleasantly I tried to sing,—
They hushed me—he is dead.
And sit down by his bed,
And pleasantly I tried to sing,—
They hushed me—he is dead.
“They say that he again will rise,
More beautiful than now,—
That God will bless him in the skies—
O, mother, tell me how!”
More beautiful than now,—
That God will bless him in the skies—
O, mother, tell me how!”
“Daughter, do you remember, dear,
The cold dark thing you brought,
And laid upon the casement here,—
A wither'd worm you thought?
The cold dark thing you brought,
And laid upon the casement here,—
A wither'd worm you thought?
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“I told you that Almighty power
Could break that wither'd shell,
And show you, in a future hour,
Something would please you well.
Could break that wither'd shell,
And show you, in a future hour,
Something would please you well.
“Look at the chrysalis, my love,—
An empty shell it lies;—
Now raise your wandering thoughts above,
To where yon insect flies!”
An empty shell it lies;—
Now raise your wandering thoughts above,
To where yon insect flies!”
“O yes, mamma, how very gay
Its wings of starry gold—
And see! it lightly flies away
Beyond my gentle hold.
Its wings of starry gold—
And see! it lightly flies away
Beyond my gentle hold.
“O, mother, now I know full well—
If God that worm can change,
And draw it from its broken cell,
On golden wings to range;
If God that worm can change,
And draw it from its broken cell,
On golden wings to range;
“How beautiful will brother be,
When God shall give him wings
Above this dying world to flee,
And live with heavenly things.”
When God shall give him wings
Above this dying world to flee,
And live with heavenly things.”
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