POEM 1
In Eden's Vale of Flowers
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(Affectionately dedicated to my nephew and niece Mr. and Mrs. William Tait, on the death of their infant son, Morris William Tait, August 1893)
I know you are sad and lonely,
Through tears I hear you say:
From Papa, Mamma and Mary
Our boy has gone away:
Our boy like the ivy clinging
Around each breaking heart,
Our dear little baby, Morris,
'Tis hard from him to part."
Through tears I hear you say:
From Papa, Mamma and Mary
Our boy has gone away:
Our boy like the ivy clinging
Around each breaking heart,
Our dear little baby, Morris,
'Tis hard from him to part."