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CLEVEDON VERSES: 2. DORA, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: She knelt upon her brother's grave
Last Line: My god, I leave it unto thee.
Alternate Author Name(s): Brown, T. E.
Subject(s): Clevedon, Great Britain; Death - Children; Death - Babies


SHE knelt upon her brother's grave,
My little girl of six years old --
He used to be so good and brave,
The sweetest lamb of all our fold;
He used to shout, he used to sing,
Of all our tribe the little king --
And so unto the turf her ear she laid,
To hark if still in that dark place he play'd.
No sound! no sound!
Death's silence was profound;
And horror crept
Into her aching heart, and Dora wept.
If this is as it ought to be,
My God, I leave it unto Thee.






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