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(M. H.)
THE sun threw down a radiant spot / On the face in the winding-sheet- / The face it had lit when a babe's in its cot; / And the sun knew not, and the face knew not / That soon they would no more meet.
Now that the grave has shut its door, / And lets not in one ray, / Do they wonder that they meet no more- / That face and its beaming visitor- / That met so many a day?