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Written on the death of my little pet, Keary, who tired of earth in four brief years.

Our little flower is crushed to earth;Too rudely blew the chilling blast;Death marked our darling from his birth;He was too frail and fair to last,—Too frail to meet the heavy caresThat are to mortals surely given,—Unfit to weep life's bitter tears,—Too fair for any thing but heaven.
Oh, never shall my soul forgetOur little Keary's wailing cry,His tiny hands, with death-dews wet,His paling cheek, and fading eye!I oft have watched his gambols wild,His sparkling eyes grow bright with glee;He was a playful, lovely child,And oh, how very dear to me!

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