Gone [Mournfully, mournfully]

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Title:     Gone [Mournfully, mournfully]
Author: Margaret Moran D. McDougall [More Titles by McDougall]

Mournfully, mournfully
All around me are crying,
For my dark-eyed baby boy
Is dying, dying

Tenderly, tenderly
To him I am clinging,
But he slips from my fond arms,
Death bells are ringing

Joyfully, joyfully
Angels are receiving
My babe--by the empty cot
I must sit grieving.

[The end]
Margaret Moran D. McDougall's poem: Gone

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