Poems (Brown)/On the Death of Alice and Freddie
ON THE DEATH OF ALICE AND FREDDIE.
I have laid away their playthings They will never use again,—Their little toys and dresses, So pretty, yet so plain.
And our hearts are almost broken With the woe we cannot share,For their empty crib and clothing Are all that's left us here.
Alice was our gentle one,— A thoughtful, meek-eyed child,So full of love and 'tenderness, So pure and free from guile.
Freddie was our noble one,— Our darling, lovely boy;His lips were always wreathed with smiles, His heart seemed full of joy.
Our two most precious loved ones— The light and joy of home—Have gone to dwell with angels, And left us sad and lone.
But they have only gone before us, While we are toiling onTheir little hands still beckon us To our loving Father's home.
Nearer the great white throne, Nearer the tree of life,Nearer the golden gates Which shut out pain and strife.
Nearer the jasper sea, Where the many angels dwell,There Alice and Freddie await us, Their love and joy to tell.
And sweet will be the meeting, When on that blissful shore,By angel bands attended, We meet to part no more.