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XXXI. A Child's Death.

The little hands clasp thee,
And tenderly tighten,
To keep thee, to grasp thee;
The little eyes brighten.
What is her vision?
Of Paradise portal,
Meadows Elysian
And rivers immortal?
She is gone:—her white finger
Unlocks and uncloses.
Why should she linger
After the roses?