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Once as I wandered down the street / I saw at the window a face so sweet; / The tiny face of a baby girl / With a soft clear eye, and a silken curl. / And I looked o'er my shoulder again to see, / The sweet, sweet face that smiled on me, / With a look in the eyes that seemed to say / "I have come from heaven but not to stay."
Adown the street as I walked again / I looked for the sweet, sweet face at the pane, / But the blind was closed, and I heard it said / As I passed along that the child was dead. / And a lonely longing came over me / For the face that had smiled in its baby glee / On me for a moment, before it was hid / Under the cruel coffin lid.