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DEATH IN THE FOREST.
DDIE had folded his dimpled hands, (Never so quiet heretofore! )Shadows were dark through forest-lands, Birds went mourning about the door:But Eddie was still—ah stillness dread, Through which the rustle of boughs they heard!"He was done with life," so the neighbors said, And the mother answered not a word.Eddie had closed his dying eyes— They looked when the last faint breath should fail;But the eyelids thrilled with a sweet surprise, And a flush ran over his forehead pale.They saw the glory of Heaven flow Down on the face so pure and meek;And oh, the smile—like a flower on snow— That sank through the curves of his pallid cheek!
