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A BALLAD OF PAIN.
The “Ballad of Pleasure” was finished at 1 a.m. on
feb. 1st 1885: at 9 a.m. “Bob” was found dead
in his Cradle.
My heart was overfull with joy,
As late I sat one winternight,
Exulting that my two-months' boy
Should now receive the chrystom rite;
But, when the morrow morn was light,
My heart was overfull with pain,
For there I found him stiff and white,
The babe who never moved again.
As late I sat one winternight,
Exulting that my two-months' boy
Should now receive the chrystom rite;
But, when the morrow morn was light,
My heart was overfull with pain,
For there I found him stiff and white,
The babe who never moved again.
206
My heart was overfull with joy,
As late I sat one winternight,
Exulting o'er a two-days' toy,
A ballad ready now to write;
But, ere the sun had climbed his height,
My song was in another strain,
For there I found him stiff and white,
The babe who never moved again.
As late I sat one winternight,
Exulting o'er a two-days' toy,
A ballad ready now to write;
But, ere the sun had climbed his height,
My song was in another strain,
For there I found him stiff and white,
The babe who never moved again.
My heart was overfull with joy,
As late I sat one winternight,
Two hours of gold without alloy
To pass with maidens boon and bright;
At morn I saw another sight
Than maidens fair and maidens fain,
For there I found him stiff and white,
The babe who never moved again.
As late I sat one winternight,
Two hours of gold without alloy
To pass with maidens boon and bright;
At morn I saw another sight
Than maidens fair and maidens fain,
For there I found him stiff and white,
The babe who never moved again.
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Envoy.
Many a sight of joy and lightMay I forget, but not the pain
With which I found him stiff and white.
The babe who never moved again.
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