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Poetry On The Death Of A Child



The Little White Hearse
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Somebody's baby was buried to-day --
The empty white hearse from the grave rumbled back,
And the morning somehow seemed less smiling and gay
As I paused on the walk while it crossed on its way,
And a shadow seemed drawn o'er the sun's golden track.

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When Baby Souls Sail Out
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

It must be when the baby
Goes journeying off alone,
Some angel (Mary, may be)
Adopts it for her own.
Yet when a child is taken
Whose mother stays below,
With weeping eyes, through Paradise,
I seem to see it go.

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Turquoise
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

A baby went to heaven while it slept,
And, waking, missed its mother's arms, and wept.
Those angel tear-drops, falling earthward through
God's azure skies, into the turquoise grew.

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A Face
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

My heart responds with a lonely cry --
But in the wonderful Bye-and-Bye --
Out from the window of God's To Be,
That other baby shall beckon to me.

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A Mother's Lament
By Robert Burns

Fate gave the word, the arrow sped,
And pierc'd my darling's heart;
And with him all the joys are fled
Life can to me impart.
By cruel hands the sapling drops,
In dust dishonour'd laid:
So fell the pride of all my hopes,
My age's future shade.

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We Are Seven
By William Wordsworth

--------------A simple Child,
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death?

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The Reaper And The Flowers
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

They shall all bloom in fields of light,
Transplanted by my care,
And saints, upon their garments white,
These sacred blossoms wear.

And the mother gave, in tears and pain,
The flowers she most did love;
She knew she should find them all again
In the fields of light above.

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The Open Window
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The birds sang in the branches,
With sweet, familiar tone;
But the voices of the children
Will be heard in dreams alone!

And the boy that walked beside me,
He could not understand
Why closer in mine, ah! closer,
I pressed his warm, soft hand!

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