OF SUCH IS THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN.
Round our once happy fire side
A shadow is come,
One form is now wanting
To gladden our home.
We listen in vain
For its musical tread,
Alas our sweet darling
Our Janie is dead.
Her voice was all gladness,
So cheerful its tune,
We mourn her sadness,
Departed and gone.
To the bright realms of joy
Her blest spirit has fled,
Our loved one, our darling,
Our Janie is dead.
Mid the sweet flowers of summer
She sported so gay,
With the bright flowers of Autumn,
Our pet passed away.
Cold and calmly she sleeps
In low narrow bed,
No more to awaken,
Our Janie is dead.
JAMES B. MARSH
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