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Dark and gloomy is the night, Not a star rays forth its light; But no light I need to show Where my little one's laid low: Blindfold I can thread my way— Tears may blind but do not stay: Straight as arrow from a bow To thy resting-place I go.

Little angel pure as light From the farthest star of night! Only treasure of my heart, Sole joy in which I claimed a part! Darling whose bright presence made All my care and sorrow fade, And in a web of gloom enwrought Threads of bright and happy thought!

Of all other comforts reft Thou alone to me wert left; Joy was mine embracing thee, Thou wert all in all to me!