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MIMMA BELLA; IN MEMORY OF A LITTLE LIFE: 10, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Tis christmas, and we gaze with downbent head
Last Line: In the dim nursery that men call death!
Subject(s): Death - Children; Death - Babies


'Tis Christmas, and we gaze with downbent head
On something that the post has brought too late
To reach thee, Mimma, through the narrow gate,
From one that did not know that thou art dead;

A picture book, to play with on thy bed;
And we, who should have heard thee laugh and prate
So busily, sit here at war with Fate,
And turn the pages silently instead.

Oh, that I knew thee playing 'neath God's eyes,
With the small souls of all the dewy flowers
That strewed thy grave, and died at Autumn's breath;

Or with the phantom of the doll that lies
Beside thee for Eternity's long hours,
In the dim nursery that men call Death!





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