MY BABY.
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They made a little crown in heaven When she was born— Only the breath of angels on it; Neither flower nor leaf upon it; Never a single thorn. Slowly it grew in form and beauty As the days passed on— Tinged her eyes with love-light's dawning; Ruby lips to love-words forming; Lisping future song. Brighter still the crown was budding As the year grew old; And my simple heart beguiling, Angels shewed it to me smiling: So the days grew cold. 'Look! O mother! look upon it!' (Baby lay asleep); 'In the heavens' sunny bowers Twine we everlasting flowers; Think upon it in the hours When you will weep!' 'Look! O mother! fair we've made it For an angel's head!' There was something strange and wild Struck my heart—the angels smiled: I turned to look upon my child— And she was dead.
F. Rochat.
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