Araluen

Araluen.
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Take this rose and very gently place it on the tend, dxp
Moses where our little darling Aralue: lles asleop:
Put the blossoms close to baby-kneel with me. my love, and pray:
We must leave the bird, we’ve burled-say good- by to her today!
In the shadow of our trouble we must go to other innds,
And the flowers, we have fostered will be left to other hands:
Her eyes will watch them growing, other feet will softly tread
There two hearts are nearly breaking, where so many tears are shed.
Bitter Is the world we ited in: life and love are mixed with pain:
We will rever ses the duisles-never water thein again!

Ah: the saddest thought in leaving baby in this bush alone
Is that we have not been able on her grave to place a stone!
We have been too poor to do it; but, my darling. never mind,
God is in the gracious heaven, and his sun and rain are kind:
They will dress the spot with beauty: they will make the grasses grow:
Many winds will full our birdte: many songs will come and ४०.
Here the blue-eyed spileg will linger; here the shining month will stay
Like a friend by A Araluen, when we two are far awny.
But beyond the wild wide waters we will tread another shore:
We will never watch this blossom, never see it any more.

Girl whose hand at God’s high altar in the dear dent year I preseed.
Lean your stricken head upon me, this is still your lover’s breast;
Elte who sleeps was first and sweetost, none have to take her place we
Empty is the little cradle, absent is the little fice.
Other chitdren may be given, but this rose beyond recall,
But this garland of your girlhood will be dearest of them all.
None will ever. Araluen, nestle where you used to be,
In my heart of hearts you darling, when the world was new to me.
We were young when you were with us, life and love were happy things
To your father, to your mother, ere the angels gave you wings.
You that sit and sob beside me you upon whose golden head
Many rains of many sorrows huve from day to day been shed
Who, because your love was noble, faced with me the lot austere ,
Ever pressing with its hardships on the man of Jetters here-
Let me feel that you are near me; lay your hand within mine own:
You are all I have to live for, now that we are left alonts
Three there were, but one has vanished, sins of mine have made me weep.
But forgive your baby’s father, now that baby is aaleep.
Let us go for night is falling-leave the darling with her flowers:
Other bands will come and tend them, other friends in other hours.