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A little cross, To tell my loss; A little bed To rest my head; A little tear is all I crave Upon my very little grave. I strew thy bed Who loved thy lays; The tear I shed, The cross I raise, With nothing more upon it than- Here lies the little friend of Man! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FALLEN STAR by GEORGE DARLEY THE FLOWER OF BEAUTY by GEORGE DARLEY THE GAMBOLS OF CHILDREN by GEORGE DARLEY THE LOVELINESS OF LOVE by GEORGE DARLEY A RURAL RETREAT; ENTER OF SALISBURY WITH A BOX by GEORGE DARLEY A VILLAGE BLACKSMITH by GEORGE DARLEY ETHELSTAN: SCENE by GEORGE DARLEY HUNDRED-GATED THEBES by GEORGE DARLEY LAY OF THE FORLORN by GEORGE DARLEY LINES, FR. NEPENTHE by GEORGE DARLEY |
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