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Show It must be good, the sleep you sleep, There in your, little bed. With bush birds singing at the dawn Their carols overhead; They must be grand, the dreams you dream. All thro' the summer day, With music of the bullock chains Along the dusty way. It would be good if I could sleep As peacefully as you, When I have finished with the world, And all my days are thro'; Ah. God. when all my days are thro', For me I pray you keep Some quiet spot along the range, Just where the children sleep. A Child's Grave. |