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LITLLE FREDDIE.
Softly wave the drooping trees.
O'er the silent sleeping dead;
And the willows and the daises
Gently murmur o'er their head.
O'er the silent sleeping dead;
And the willows and the daises
Gently murmur o'er their head.
High above the dim old forest,
Rise the tombstones white and fair;
'Graved with simple heartfelt tributes
To the loved ones lying there.
Rise the tombstones white and fair;
'Graved with simple heartfelt tributes
To the loved ones lying there.
'Neath the green and pleasant grass spot,
'Neath the daises bright and blue,
Lies our "cherished little blossom;"
"Freddie" was the name he knew.
'Neath the daises bright and blue,
Lies our "cherished little blossom;"
"Freddie" was the name he knew.
Only a short time was he spared,
To nestle in a parent's love;
Just when the heartstrings had grown strong
God called our little boy above.
To nestle in a parent's love;
Just when the heartstrings had grown strong
God called our little boy above.
