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THE CHILD'S FIRST GRIEF, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Oh! Call my brother back to me
Last Line: "would I had loved him more!"
Alternate Author Name(s): Browne, Felicia Dorothea
Subject(s): Brothers; Death - Children; Half-brothers; Death - Babies


"Oh! call my brother back to me,
I cannot play alone;
The summer comes with flower and bee --
Where is my brother gone?
"The butterfly is glancing bright
Across the sunbeam's track;
I care not now to chase its flight --
Oh! call my brother back.
"The flowers run wild -- the flowers we sowed
Around our garden tree;
Our vine is drooping with its load --
Oh! call him back to me."
"He would not hear my voice, fair child!
He may not come to thee;
The face that once like spring-time smiled
On earth no more thou'lt see.
"A rose's brief, bright life of joy,
Such unto him was given;
Go -- thou must play alone, my boy --
Thy brother is in heaven!"
"And has he left the birds and flowers,
And must I call in vain;
And through the long, long summer hours,
Will he not come again?
"And by the brook, and in the glade,
Are all our wanderings o'er?
Oh! while my brother with me played,
Would I had loved him more!"







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