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OUT IN THE WORLD.
Just as hot tears begin to flow, Soft loving fingers clasp my own.I feel sweet kisses on my cheek, Two loving arms around me twine;Two great, brown eyes that almost speak, Look up in childish trust to mine.
Thank God! I have one blessing yet— One rose upon my tree of joy—One single star that has not set Amid the clouds—my darling boy—My precious only child—the last Of four sweet children that I had—One living baby left to cheer, Three little graves to make me sad.
Dear little Fannie went before Her baby lips had drawn a breath;And Frank was scarcely eight months old When his blue eyes were closed in death;The next—the purest of my pearls,— With bright blue eyes, and shining hairThat clustered in such sunny curls About her brow so smooth and fair,—
