LITTLE LILLIE.
Gently sunset's golden shadow With a glory soft and mild,On the lowly couch was streaming Of a little dying child.
But she did not see the sunlight Gleaming from the western skies;For the light had long since faded From her once bright, beaming eyes.
By the bedside sat the mother, Clasping Lillie's thin, white hand,While in gentle tones she told her Of the far-off better land.
By a window stood the cradle, Where a little brother slept;And a fair and dark-eyed sister, By the cradle knelt and wept.
"Take me in your arms, my mother," Then the little maiden said,"With your kind hand gently resting Once again upon my head.
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