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A little sister the dead child had
Since it died
Little sister hath grown more glad
And saith to her mother
"Its own sweet smile
The one that is dead
Unto me did give
And all the life
That it might not live
Now lives in me"
But the mother
The while
Fell a-weeping
And bowed her head
And remembered
The child
That was dead
