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LAST WISHES OF A CHILD.
“All the hedges are in bloom,
And the warm west wind is blowing:
Let me leave this stifled room,
Let me go where flowers are growing.
And the warm west wind is blowing:
Let me leave this stifled room,
Let me go where flowers are growing.
“Look! my cheek is thin and pale,
And my pulse is very low:
Ere my sight begins to fail
Take my hand, and let us go.
And my pulse is very low:
Ere my sight begins to fail
Take my hand, and let us go.
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“Was not that the robin's song,
Piping through the casement wide?
I shall not be listening long:
Take me to the meadow-side.
Piping through the casement wide?
I shall not be listening long:
Take me to the meadow-side.
“Bear me to the willow brook;
Let me hear the merry mill;
On the orchard I must look
Ere my beating heart is still.
Let me hear the merry mill;
On the orchard I must look
Ere my beating heart is still.
“Faint and fainter grows my breath,—
Lead me quickly down the lane:
Mother dear! this chill is death,—
I shall never speak again!”
Lead me quickly down the lane:
Mother dear! this chill is death,—
I shall never speak again!”
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Still the hedges are in bloom,
And the warm west wind is blowing;
Still we sit in silent gloom,—
O'er his grave the grass is growing.
And the warm west wind is blowing;
Still we sit in silent gloom,—
O'er his grave the grass is growing.
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