LITTLE LILLIE.
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"Place it lightly, O my mother, On my weary, aching brow;Oh, I soon must leave you, mother, Death is stealing o'er me now.
"It hath seemed a long night, mother, Since I saw the light of day;Is there any night, dear mother, In that land so far away?
"Tell me, O my gentle mother! Tell me, in that better landWill the holy, white-robed angels Come and take me by the hand?
"Oh, my spirit sees them coming! And their brows are crowned with light,And they whisper, oh, so softly! That in heaven there'll be no night.
"Gentle sister, thou art weeping, Though I cannot see thy tears;Do not grieve for me, my sister, For my spirit feels no fears.
"Farewell, mother, sister, brother; When in heaven we all unite,I with spirit-eyes shall see you, And in heaven there'll be no night."
