Harlie
Fold the little waxen hands Lightly. Let your warmest tears Speak regrets, but never fears, - Heaven understands! Let the sad heart, o'er the tomb, Lift again and burst in bloom Fragrant with a prayer as sweet As the lily at your feet. Bend and kiss the folded eyes - They are only feigning sleep While their truant glances peep Into Paradise. See, the face, though cold and white, Holds a hint of some delight E'en with Death, whose finger-tips Rest upon the frozen lips. When, within the years to come, Vanished echoes live once more - Pattering footsteps on the floor, And the sounds of home, - Let your arms in fancy fold Little Harlie as of old - As of old and as he waits At the City's golden gates.
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"Fold the little waxen hands..."
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