BABY IS DEAD.
[Inscribed to the memory of little "Rosa Glenn."]
Lay away the little garments, Fragrant with a mother's care;Gather up the dainty trifles, Strewn around us everywhere.For the precious baby fingers Lie forever clasped in death,And the rosy lips have whitened, Underneath its icy breath.
In a grave down by the sea-side, Dark and silent, cold and deep,We have laid our little darling In her last unbroken sleep.Priceless treasure, bought by anguish, Months of waiting, hours of pain;Hers by every tie the strongest, Yet not hers on earth again.
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