  Lay them in his little hand;— He will know,—and understand. Darling, shall we meet again, In a world that knows no sorrow? Where there shall be no more pain, And no parting comes to-morrow? Precious gift! love’s priceless dower— Still our yearning hearts deplore thee, Marking many a lonely hour, Still, with tears, till Heaven restore thee. Bright thy little life’s brief day, With the rose and lily number’d;— Waken, darling; rise and play;— Those sweet eyes too long have slumber’d. Tenderly thy kind look noted;— Did they beckon thee away, Dear, dear child, to death devoted? Flowers will bloom where snow-flakes fall; Birds return;—but thou, oh, never! Comes no answer to my call;— Have I lost thee, Love, forever? Hush, my heart,—it cannot be;— Lo! beyond the grave’s dark portal, Where thy dearest wait for thee, Breaks the morning, blest, immortal! Darling we shall meet again, In the home that knows no sorrow,— Where there shall be no more pain, And no parting comes to-morrow.
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