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One eve a light shone round her bed, And there she saw him stand— Her infant, in his little shroud, A taper in his hand.

"Lo! mother, see my shroud is dry,   And I can sleep once more!" And beautiful the parting smile The little infant wore.

And down within the silent grave He laid his weary head; And soon the early violets Grew o'er his grassy bed.