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MY CRUCIFIX.
Baby sweet is dying,—he is dying.
Place the crucifix above his head;
It conveys a sympathetic sighing,
Tears of kindred with the tears we shed.
Place the crucifix above his head;
It conveys a sympathetic sighing,
Tears of kindred with the tears we shed.
For no succor from this head anointed
Do I bring its sorrow near his pain:
Death must come where dying is appointed;
But this dead one saith, “I live again.”
Do I bring its sorrow near his pain:
Death must come where dying is appointed;
But this dead one saith, “I live again.”
Well I deem some virtue must be hidden
In the hero heart that would not die:
By those firm lips, Baby shall be bidden
To take hope, and live immortally.
In the hero heart that would not die:
By those firm lips, Baby shall be bidden
To take hope, and live immortally.
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