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A. B.
[Her gentle voice no more is heard]
Her gentle voice no more is heard,
Her little heart will beat no more;
Her soft eye, blue as Summer skies,
Is closed beneath the grassy floor.
Her little heart will beat no more;
Her soft eye, blue as Summer skies,
Is closed beneath the grassy floor.
Beside the grave a shadow sits,
A mother's cheek is pale with woe;
The tears that darken round her, tell
How deep the fountains whence they flow.
A mother's cheek is pale with woe;
The tears that darken round her, tell
How deep the fountains whence they flow.
I knelt beside her, and I bent
To kiss that sweet and sinless brow;
Forgive me, in my prayer, I cried,
'Tis best, I feel, as it is now.
To kiss that sweet and sinless brow;
Forgive me, in my prayer, I cried,
'Tis best, I feel, as it is now.
'Tis best to be with those that rest,
Amid thy holy ones, and thee,
Within thy paradise to dwell,
And live beneath Life's blessed Tree.
Amid thy holy ones, and thee,
Within thy paradise to dwell,
And live beneath Life's blessed Tree.
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