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BEFORE this little gift was come / The little owner had made haste for home; / And from the door of where the eternal dwell, / Looked back on human things and smiled farewell.
O may this grief remain the only one! / O may our house be still a garrison / Of smiling children, and for evermore / The tune of little feet be heard along the floor!