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[seminarist]

DEATH.

Child.

Tell me, mamma, if I must die
One day, as little baby died,
And look so very pale, and lie
Down in the graveyard by his side?

Shall I leave dear papa and you,
And never see you any more?
Tell me, mamma, if this is true;
I did not know it was before.

Mother.

'T is true, my love, that you must die;
The God who made you says you must:
And every one of us shall lie,
Like the dear baby in the dust.

These hands, and feet, and busy head
Shall waste and crumble quite away;
But though your body shall be dead,
There is a part which can't decay.

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[seminarist.livejournal.com]

Книжка такая, посмотрите по тэгу, есть ещё стихи. 1852 год, опубликовано American Tract Society для детского чтения.

[irene221b.livejournal.com]

Да, это я к тому, что Чарльзу нашему Диккенсу такие стишки бы понравились. :-)