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. . Said "Father," "Mother!"—then, left off;

For tongues celestial, fitter.

Her hair had grown just long enough

To catch Heaven's jasper-glitter.

Babes! Love could always hear and see

Behind the cloud that hid them:

"Let little children come to me,

And do not thou forbid them."

So, unforbidding, have we met,

And gently here have laid her;

Though winter is no time to get

The flowers that should o'erspread her.

We should bring pansies, quick with spring,

Rose, violet, daffodilly,

And also, above everything,

White lilies for our Lily.

Nay, more than flowers, this grave exacts. .

Glad, grateful attestations

Of her sweet eyes and pretty acts,—

With calm renunciations.