Poems (Curwen)/Wee Fanny
Wee Fanny.
We wept; but 'twas with thankfulness we laid her Down on the tender Shepherd's gentle breast; And, for her last long sleep, gladly arrayed her, Folding the wee hands on the tiny breast.
We wept; but smiled even amid our weeping— Knowing that she would never wake again: Oh! it was sweet to see her calmly sleeping, After the long, long night of bitter pain.
She slept; then we arose, and, oh, how gladly The curt'ning lids with reverent hands we drew Over the weary eyes that needed sleep so sadly— Those sweet tired eyes that were so brightly blue.
Our vigil ended when the morn was breaking; Then we arose and dried our weeping eyes: For baby there was no more earthly waking— The tiny soul had fled to Paradise.