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POEMS.
God holds the casket in His keeping;
Sweetly thy darling baby's sleeping.
Sweetly thy darling baby's sleeping.
"Suffer little children to come unto me,"
Our Saviour said. He will watch over thee.
Our Saviour said. He will watch over thee.
Leading thy pathway to life immortal,
Thy baby awaits thee at Heaven's portal.
Thy baby awaits thee at Heaven's portal.
Resting so sweetly in his little casket-be,
Love and leave him with the dead.
Love and leave him with the dead.
Then when the trumpet-sound is given,
Hope to meet thy babe in Heaven.
Hope to meet thy babe in Heaven.
THE DEATH OF IONE.
As I looked within the casket,
At the lovely sleeper there,
And thought of her hereafter,
Who did for Heaven prepare.
Her face was so angelic,
To see her was to feel
Her pure spirit was in Heaven,
At our Saviour's feet to kneel.
To see her was to feel
Her pure spirit was in Heaven,
At our Saviour's feet to kneel.
