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DEATH IN THE FOREST.
"Eddie was done with life," they said,
So they robed in white the beautiful clay;
They veiled their eyes, for the child was dead,
And sighing and sobbing, went their way.
But say it had chanced they wore no veils,
Methinks when the coffin slid below,
They had seen their boy through the forest-dales,
With just that smile—like a flower on snow!
So they robed in white the beautiful clay;
They veiled their eyes, for the child was dead,
And sighing and sobbing, went their way.
But say it had chanced they wore no veils,
Methinks when the coffin slid below,
They had seen their boy through the forest-dales,
With just that smile—like a flower on snow!
