A LITTLE GRAVE.

A LITTLE GRAVE.

Sweetly sing, ye little songsters;Smile, ye happy skies;Softly blow, ye wanton breezes—Here an infant lies!Brightly bloom, ye tinted flowers,Wafting sweet perfume;Gently fall, ye summer showers,On this little tomb.

Sweetly sing, ye little songsters;Smile, ye happy skies;Softly blow, ye wanton breezes—Here an infant lies!Brightly bloom, ye tinted flowers,Wafting sweet perfume;Gently fall, ye summer showers,On this little tomb.

Sweetly sing, ye little songsters;Smile, ye happy skies;Softly blow, ye wanton breezes—Here an infant lies!

Brightly bloom, ye tinted flowers,Wafting sweet perfume;Gently fall, ye summer showers,On this little tomb.

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