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Andrew Macphail, comp.  The Book of Sorrow.  1916.
X. The Pity of It
The Dead Child
By George Barlow (1847–1914?)
BUT yesterday she played with childish things,
  With toys and painted fruit.
To-day she may be speeding on bright wings
  Beyond the stars! We ask. The stars are mute.
But yesterday her doll was all in all;        5
  She laughed and was content.
To-day she will not answer, if we call:
  She dropped no toys to show the road she went.
But yesterday she smiled and ranged with art
  Her playthings on the bed.        10
To-day and yesterday are leagues apart!
  She will not smile to-day, for she is dead.

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