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Two Burials.
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[The two following entries stand next to each other in the Register of Whittington Parish, Shropshire, in the year 1877:—
Sept. 13.—Ellenor Watkins, of Borth, aged 31. Oct. 9.—Ellenor Watkins, of Borth, aged one month.]
Sleep, sweet mother! Thy task is done;
It is time for thee to rest.
Trustfully leave thy little one
To lie on another's breast.
God's love, O mother, is greater than thine,
And He calls thee away to a peace divine.
It is time for thee to rest.
Trustfully leave thy little one
To lie on another's breast.
God's love, O mother, is greater than thine,
And He calls thee away to a peace divine.
Bright was the vision that met her eyes,
Yet it was not wholly fair;
And sweet were the glades of Paradise,
Yet she missed one sweetness there:
For Heaven itself would lack one grace
Till the mother might look on her little one's face.
Yet it was not wholly fair;
And sweet were the glades of Paradise,
Yet she missed one sweetness there:
For Heaven itself would lack one grace
Till the mother might look on her little one's face.
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And God looked down from His golden throne
On the mother's heart of love,
And He sent to the earth a shining one
To carry her child above;
And He laid it down on her yearning breast,—
And then the mother had perfect rest.
On the mother's heart of love,
And He sent to the earth a shining one
To carry her child above;
And He laid it down on her yearning breast,—
And then the mother had perfect rest.
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