POEMS.
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Our baby-loves are sleeping
In their little grassy bed:
Friends on earth are weeping
For loved ones with the dead.
In their little grassy bed:
Friends on earth are weeping
For loved ones with the dead.
When our earthly mission's over,
And we sleep beneath the sod,
In Heaven our friends discover,
In the eternal home of God.
And we sleep beneath the sod,
In Heaven our friends discover,
In the eternal home of God.
Little Raymond now is watching
At the pearly gate so white,—
At Heaven's portal waiting,
Till your spirits may unite.
At the pearly gate so white,—
At Heaven's portal waiting,
Till your spirits may unite.
Be ready for the summons
When your Maker calls away:
There will be a glad re-union
At the resurrection-day.
When your Maker calls away:
There will be a glad re-union
At the resurrection-day.
THE DEPARTED ONE.
Only one short year has passed and fled,
Forever that sweet face of thine,
Pillowed so oft upon my breast, now dead!
God willed it so,—why should I repine?
