poems.
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I started up in wild surprise;
My precious child was before my eyes!
Far happier now he seemed to be,
Than earthly children whom I see.
The other was my baby girl,
With her eyes of blue, and soft, brown curl.
They are happy now in their home of light,
Their crowns of gold, and their robes of white;
Over the river, the deep, dark river,
They have passed away from mortals' sight.
My precious child was before my eyes!
Far happier now he seemed to be,
Than earthly children whom I see.
The other was my baby girl,
With her eyes of blue, and soft, brown curl.
They are happy now in their home of light,
Their crowns of gold, and their robes of white;
Over the river, the deep, dark river,
They have passed away from mortals' sight.
