A CHILD'S GRIEF

Hush, baby, sleep!
Your teddy's safe in bed.
You have no need to fret and weep:
He's snuggled by your head.

Sleep, baby, sleep!
She holds her teddy tight
As thought her little arms could keep
Poor teddy safe all night.

Sleep! She's asleep.
Poor child with eyes all red.
Her sighs are frequent, troubled, deep.
Her little dog is dead.


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