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And if you leave this earthly home,
Pray, who will stroke this pretty curl?
Pray, who will stroke this pretty curl?
"Mamma, you know, has gone away,
And little sister, too;
And now, if grandpa leaves me here,
What will poor Bella do?"
And little sister, too;
And now, if grandpa leaves me here,
What will poor Bella do?"
"I am waiting, little Bella,"
Said that old man bent and white,
"For the summons that shall waft me
To a land that's ever bright.
Said that old man bent and white,
"For the summons that shall waft me
To a land that's ever bright.
"I shall meet your mother, sister,
In our happy home above,
And together will sing praises
To the God of truth and love."
In our happy home above,
And together will sing praises
To the God of truth and love."
Sadly gazed that little Bella
On the grandsire whom she clasped,
As he hushed her childish heart sobs:
He was fading! fading! fast.
On the grandsire whom she clasped,
As he hushed her childish heart sobs:
He was fading! fading! fast.
But one day, beneath the yew tree,
Where the buttercups do peep,
In the twilight's long gray hour,
Bella and grandpa fell asleep.
Where the buttercups do peep,
In the twilight's long gray hour,
Bella and grandpa fell asleep.
