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within her breast.
Gently!
She is sleeping,
She has breathed her last,
Gently!
While you're weeping
She to heaven has pass'd.

And here are four lines of poetry that seem so truthful that I cannot hep transcribing them. The fair authoress has been walking in one of the large cemeteries where a particular spot is laid off for the burial of infants, and thinking o'er these Little Graves, she says:

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