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DEATH IN THE FOREST.
DDIE had folded his dimpled hands,(Never so quiet heretofore! )
Shadows were dark through forest-lands,
Birds went mourning about the door:
But Eddie was still—ah stillness dread,
Through which the rustle of boughs they heard!
"He was done with life," so the neighbors said,
And the mother answered not a word.
Eddie had closed his dying eyes—
They looked when the last faint breath should fail;
But the eyelids thrilled with a sweet surprise,
And a flush ran over his forehead pale.
They saw the glory of Heaven flow
Down on the face so pure and meek;
And oh, the smile—like a flower on snow—
That sank through the curves of his pallid cheek!
They looked when the last faint breath should fail;
But the eyelids thrilled with a sweet surprise,
And a flush ran over his forehead pale.
They saw the glory of Heaven flow
Down on the face so pure and meek;
And oh, the smile—like a flower on snow—
That sank through the curves of his pallid cheek!
