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IV. "He would not hear my voice, fair child!    He may not come to thee; The face that once like spring-time smiled,     On earth no more thou'lt see.

V. "A rose's brief, bright life of joy,    Such unto him was given;— Go! thou must play alone, my boy!     Thy brother is in heaven."

VI. "And has he left his birds and flowers?   And must I call in vain? And through the long, long summer hours,     Will he not come again?

VII. And by the brook, and in the glade, Are all our wanderings o'er?— Oh! while my brother with me played, Would I had loved him more!"