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Show FRIENDS IN HEAVEN. A brown-haired, blue-eyed wee one, Grown weary and tired of play, Climbed upon my knee to ask me In her simple, childish wav: "Have you any friends in heaven. That you sometir.ies want to see?" Can you guess how the question thrilled ' me Like a minor melody." I thought, as I sat in the twilight. With that wee one on my knee, Of my little blue-eyed baby Whose summers numbered three: She went from my arms to heaven One springtime years ago, And left in my heart that sorrow-That sorrow-That only mothers know. I thought how the baby's father Grey lonesome, and longed to hold Once more on his breast our baby With hair of sunset gold. And one summer eve he left me To search for our baby of three, And I know full well he found her. But he never came back to me. DoT ever want to see them? Oh! child of the violet eyes. My heart is gone on before me To the hills of Paradise. Some day I shall feel their kisses Drop balm on niy weary heart, Mine only, and mine forever, Though earth and heaven apart. Eben E. Rexford. |