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Love to Brothers and Sisters.
I had a little friend,
And every day he crept
In sadness to his brother's tomb,
And laid him down and wept.
And every day he crept
In sadness to his brother's tomb,
And laid him down and wept.
And when I ask'd him why
He mourn'd so long and sore;
He answer'd through his tears, “because
I did not love him more.
He mourn'd so long and sore;
He answer'd through his tears, “because
I did not love him more.
“Sometimes!I was not kind,
And cross or coldly spake;”
And then he turn'd away, and sobb'd
As though his heart would break.
And cross or coldly spake;”
And then he turn'd away, and sobb'd
As though his heart would break.
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Brothers and sisters are a gift
Of mercy from the skies,
And may I always think of this
Whene'er they meet my eyes.
Of mercy from the skies,
And may I always think of this
Whene'er they meet my eyes.
Be tender, good, and kind,
And love them in my heart,
Lest I should sink with bitter grief
When we are call'd to part.
And love them in my heart,
Lest I should sink with bitter grief
When we are call'd to part.
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