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LINES ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT

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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Apr 11, 1871

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 37, No. 17.

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LINES ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT.

By L. D. Santee

Little hands are folded still, Little heart that ne’er was evil, Little mind that felt no ill, Knew no sin or tempting devil.
Thou art sleeping ’neath the pall, While the clover blossoms o’er thee; But above thy ashes fall Fast the tears of her who bore thee.
Sleep on, babe, in silent rest, Earth’s rude tempests wake thee never, And upon the Saviour’s breast, Soon thou’lt rest in joy forever.
Low within thy narrow bed, We must leave thee calmly sleeping, But above thy sunny head, Angels gentle watch are keeping.
L. D. SANTEE.
Princeville, Ill.