LITTLE JOSIE.
Little jewel, gone to heaven—Back to earth the casket given—Ties of nature rudely riven By the chilling hand of death.
Little angel, singing gladly,Tears of anguish flowing madly,Footsteps falling softly, sadly, Round a tiny little grave.
Back again in sorrow slowly,From the little mound so lowly,To the room now sacred, holy, Where poor little Josie died.
'T is a hard, a bitter trial,There to see the half-used vial,On the mantel, near the dial, Used for baby all in vain.
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