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The Gone Child

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Do not weep for the gone child.
Save the tears of sorrow
Lest in vain we strain our eyes,
We ought to know the fate of the child
Upright at heart, now in heaven resides—
No longer dead but yet alive.
To the bosom of the Lord he goes
God is pleased to receive His own.

Tuesday, January 20, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: elegy
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Lyn Paul 23 January 2015

Such truly beautiful words. A heavenly prayer.

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Valsa George 21 January 2015

A baby devoid of all blemishes of sin and with a soul as pure as snow will be finding his place in the bosom of the Lord. So in one way, there is nothing to grieve over a child's death as he enters greater bliss! A great poem!

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