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THE INFANT'S GRAVE.
Come, mother, will you go and see
Where little brother lies?
“I cannot, love, for if I should,
The tears would dim my eyes.
Where little brother lies?
“I cannot, love, for if I should,
The tears would dim my eyes.
“Not yet, not yet—I cannot gaze
Upon that chilly clod!
Better it is for me to think
That he is with his God.
Upon that chilly clod!
Better it is for me to think
That he is with his God.
“A few short months, and grass will grow
Over his little grave,
And then perhaps the church-yard flower
Will spring and gently wave.
Over his little grave,
And then perhaps the church-yard flower
Will spring and gently wave.
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“Then will we go, and I will see
Where my sweet baby lies;
For God will soothe my breaking heart,
And dry my weeping eyes.”
Where my sweet baby lies;
For God will soothe my breaking heart,
And dry my weeping eyes.”
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