poems.
53
ON THE DEATH OF ALICE AND FREDDIE.
I have laid away their playthings
They will never use again,—
Their little toys and dresses,
So pretty, yet so plain.
They will never use again,—
Their little toys and dresses,
So pretty, yet so plain.
And our hearts are almost broken
With the woe we cannot share,
For their empty crib and clothing
Are all that's left us here.
With the woe we cannot share,
For their empty crib and clothing
Are all that's left us here.
Alice was our gentle one,—
A thoughtful, meek-eyed child,
So full of love and 'tenderness,
So pure and free from guile.
A thoughtful, meek-eyed child,
So full of love and 'tenderness,
So pure and free from guile.
Freddie was our noble one,—
Our darling, lovely boy;
His lips were always wreathed with smiles,
His heart seemed full of joy.
Our darling, lovely boy;
His lips were always wreathed with smiles,
His heart seemed full of joy.
