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Can tear the heart in agony For words too deep and wild.A rumpled dress, a little shoe, A tarnished broken doll,Can break the seal of twenty years And all one's grief recall.
Again the dimpled baby form Is lying on our breast,Again the rosy parted lips Upon our own are pressed;Once more we take the tiny hands And fold them in our own,Our hearts vibrating to the love We mothers all have known.
The little one we held so dear, Perhaps has lain for yearsBelow the daisies and the grass, Beneath our falling tears.And many times before we find The same sweet dreamless rest,We learn in bitter grief to say: "God always knows the best."
