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A Baby's Death.
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VI.

Angel by name love called him, seeing so fair
The sweet small frame;
Meet to be called, if ever man's child were,
Angel by name.


Rose-bright and warm from heaven's own heart he came,
And might not bear
The cloud that covers earth's wan face with shame.


His little light of life was all too rare
And soft a flame:
Heaven yearned for him till angels hailed him there
Angel by name.