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A LITTLE CHILD'S MONUMENT.
The joy-pulse of her wing,
Thy songs, thy blossoming,
O my little child!
For the hallowing of thy smile, love,
The rainbow of thy smile,
Gleaming for a while, love,
Gleaming to beguile!
Replunged me in the cold, dear,
Leaves me in the cold
And I feel so very old, dear.
Very, very old!
Would they put me out of pain, dear,
Out of all my pain,
Since I may not live again, dear,
Never live again!
I am lying in the grave, love,
In thy little grave,
Yet I hear the wind rave, love,
And the wild wave!
I would lie asleep, darling,
With thee lie asleep,
Unhearing the world weep, darling,
Little children weep!
O my little child!
