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THE SISTER'S HYMN.
ABOUT A VERY LITTLE BROTHER, WHO WENT AWAY FROM THIS WORLD TO LIVE WITH THE ANGELS.
“They laid him in a chamber, whose windows opened toward the sun-rising; the name of the chamber was Peace; where he slept till break of day, and then he awoke and sang.”
Pilgrim's Progress.
Brother James was a charming boy,
Loving and full of glee—
It always filled our hearts with joy
His happy face to see.
Loving and full of glee—
It always filled our hearts with joy
His happy face to see.
He was so funny, yet so mild,
In all his infant plays—
I never saw a little child
That had such winning ways.
In all his infant plays—
I never saw a little child
That had such winning ways.
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I used to say, “The little birds
Do in their nests agree;”
And that he understood the words
Was plain as it could be.
Do in their nests agree;”
And that he understood the words
Was plain as it could be.
For sometimes, if he chanced to fret,
He 'd nestle close to me,
And sorry for his little pet,
Would kiss, and lisp “gee, gee.”
He 'd nestle close to me,
And sorry for his little pet,
Would kiss, and lisp “gee, gee.”
Oh, how he loved to run about,
And gather the spring posies!
He would have raised a merry shout,
To see the great red roses!
And gather the spring posies!
He would have raised a merry shout,
To see the great red roses!
But his dear little soul was gone,
Ere the buds began to blow:
I wish he could have seen just one—
It would have pleased him so.
Ere the buds began to blow:
I wish he could have seen just one—
It would have pleased him so.
But father says he's gone away
To a world of brighter flowers,
Where little angels with him play
Through all the pleasant hours.
To a world of brighter flowers,
Where little angels with him play
Through all the pleasant hours.
Sweetly his little laughing voice
Floats on the balmy air,
And many heavenly babes rejoice
To see my brother there.
Floats on the balmy air,
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To see my brother there.
They bring him little lambs and doves,
And joy shines in his face;
For all the things our darling loves
Are in that blessed place.
And joy shines in his face;
For all the things our darling loves
Are in that blessed place.
And when he falls asleep at even,
His dreams are bright and fair;
His spirit feels at home in Heaven,
And thinks we're with him there.
His dreams are bright and fair;
His spirit feels at home in Heaven,
And thinks we're with him there.
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