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FROM THE CRADLE.
A little mound, and only seen
By eyes that dream of lovely death—
A tearful plot of sunny green
Last summer kissed with flowery breath.
By eyes that dream of lovely death—
A tearful plot of sunny green
Last summer kissed with flowery breath.
A little mound, and only sought
For bird-like footprints in the Past,
While Autumn writ a holy thought
On leaf, and blade, and blossom last.
For bird-like footprints in the Past,
While Autumn writ a holy thought
On leaf, and blade, and blossom last.
A little mound, and only known
By tears that here to Faith are wed:
To one, our morrow journey done,
We all are orphans of the dead.
By tears that here to Faith are wed:
To one, our morrow journey done,
We all are orphans of the dead.
A little mound, and only here,
That flowers may gather sweeter ground,
And, sunward lifted from a bier,
A life with holier Hope be crowned.
That flowers may gather sweeter ground,
And, sunward lifted from a bier,
A life with holier Hope be crowned.
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A little mound, and only made
To wear the earliest wreath of sun,
That morn through heavenly dews shall braid—
The last while heavenly dews are on.
To wear the earliest wreath of sun,
That morn through heavenly dews shall braid—
The last while heavenly dews are on.
For Faith a child's strong hand is given—
Smile through the world your tearful part!
The flower and fragrance bloom in heaven,
Whose root is sorrow in your heart.
Smile through the world your tearful part!
The flower and fragrance bloom in heaven,
Whose root is sorrow in your heart.
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