| Show TUP THE LIT rif graae amun F its only a little grave they said only a child dead and so thea the carelessly turned away from the mound the spade had made mad that day ahl ah thy thay did not inow how deep a shade that little grave in our home had made ihnow that the coffin was vias narrow and small onelard aoe yard would hane hae served for an ample pall pal and one man in his arms could have borne away the ro rosewood gewood and its freight of clay but I 1 know inow that darling hopes were hid bid beneath that little coffin lid I 1 know that a mother stood that day with folded hands by that form of clay I 1 know that burning tears were hid 11 neath the drooping lash and aching lid and I 1 know her lip and cheek and brow were almost as white as her babas now I 1 know that some tunes things were hid bid evilly away the crimson frock and wrappings gay the little sock and half worn shoe ibe cap nith its plumes and tassels cassels blue and an empty crib with its covers spread As white as the face of the sinless dead its a little grave crave but oh have care for worldwide world wide hopes are buried boned there and ye perhaps in coming years maysee may see like her through blinding tears how ow much of light how bow much of joy Is ib buried with an only boy |
