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Rh "I fancy I am taken there
 * As soon as I have died;

And I roam through all the pleasant place,
 * With an angel by my side.

"To that bright world I long to go;
 * I would not linger here,

But for my gentle mother's sake,
 * And your's, my sister dear!

"And, when I read my book to her,
 * Or when I play with you,

I quite forget that glorious land,
 * And the blessed angel too.

"But oft, when I am weary
 * Of my books and of my play,

Those pleasant dreams come back again,
 * And steal my heart away.

"And I wish that you, sweet sister
 * And my mother dear, and I,

Could shut our eyes upon this world,
 * And, all together, die."

Then spoke his fair-haired sister,
 * In tones serene and low:—

"Oh, if heaven is such a pleasant place,
 * Dear brother, let us go!

"Our mother wept when our father died,
 * Till her bright eyes were dim;

And I know she longs to go to heaven,
 * That she may be with him.