  I cannot feel that she is gone So far, so far away; Her little heart close to my own Is beating day by day. Ah! tender are these human ties;— May heaven at last reveal Why on her eyes a slumber lies E’en tears cannot unseal. A look this darkness would displace With a divine delight; The soul’s rare grace in her fair face,— It was a blessed sight! Her hair a happy halo wore, That lit the hearth and hall; Alas! no more my study door Heeds her confiding call. The lore in Eden sung; Seemed every note from her sweet throat By elf or angel strung. The robin, hark! is here again, To woo the wondrous child; But all in vain his ardent strain,— Death may not be beguiled. Sleep, Darling, sleep; we will not weep, Nor moan or murmur make; But oh! how deep the dreamless sleep,— Would God she might awake! Asleep? awake! the Shepherd takes His little lamb above; And where she wakes the morning breaks In everlasting love. But I cannot feel that she is gone So far, so far away; For her little heart close to my own Keeps beating day by day.
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