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A LITTLE CHILD'S MONUMENT.
There a friend, a sister, mother,
Fondly kneeling,
Sobs and tears are fain to smother,
Unto the dear sundered other
Self appealing,
"Leave me not alone, O lover!
Child I cherish!"
"May the reign of love be over?
Death is only sent to prove her!
May she perish? "
In warm-breathing blue ethereal
White tapers kindled
Shyly waver, souls aerial,
In allbeholding strength imperial
Of Day dwindled,
Like our lives in the universal
Sun of spirit;
Hark how ocean makes rehearsal
Of a life without reversal
All inherit!
An eternal child, blue Ocean,
Rhythmic breathing
O'er the dead, with grand emotion,
And blue hills with deep devotion
Hearts are wreathing.
We are sure they are not sleeping
Beneath our blossom,
