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CHILD POEMS.
So patiently she bears with me the gnawing hunger-pain,
The bitter cold, and choking fog, and heavy blinding rain
I wish the stars would shine out once, before another day-
There are no stars, so father said, in Heaven far away.
Cling closer, closer, little Fan, and let me feel you near;
I cannot see nor hear you now — I'm growing stupid, dear;
And yet just now there seemed to come an awful flash of light:
I wish you had gone first, my dog ! — my little Fan, Good-night!
