AT HANS ANDERSEN'S FUNERAL.
Why, all the children in all the world had listened around his knee,
But the wonder-tales must end;
So, all the children in all the world came into the church to see
The still face of their friend.
But the wonder-tales must end;
So, all the children in all the world came into the church to see
The still face of their friend.
"But were any fairies there?" Why, yes, little questioner of mine,
For the fairies loved him too;
And all the fairies in all the world, as far as the moon can shine,
Sobbed, "Oh! what shall we do?"
For the fairies loved him too;
And all the fairies in all the world, as far as the moon can shine,
Sobbed, "Oh! what shall we do?"
Well, the children who played with the North's white swans, away in the North's white snows,
Made wreaths of fir for his head;
And the South's dark children scattered the scents of the South's red rose
Down at the feet of the dead.
Made wreaths of fir for his head;
And the South's dark children scattered the scents of the South's red rose
Down at the feet of the dead.
