LITTLE ONES AT HOME. 195

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LITTLE ALICE.

Dear little babe, she has gone to rest,

Where never a sin shall stain her breast,

No trouble disturb her, no fear annoy,

No cloud o’ershadow her innocent joy.

She has gone home to heaven, that land of love,
Of light and gladness and blessing above:
Her head is pillowed on Jesus’ breast;
Dear little babe, she is sweetly at rest.

She lived on earth but a little while,

She died before we had seen her smile ;

But she was our sister, and is so still,

Sweet Alice, we called her, and always will.
We think we are glad she has gone away
Where her life will be all one pleasant day,
Where an unkind word she will ne’er receive,
Nor speak one herself our kind hearts to grieve.

If she were here, she would often cry,

And then she’d be sick, and suffer and die;
But now death is over, and all the while

Her cherub face may wear a smile ;

For she never will know, or do what is wrong,
And the loving angels will teach her their song:
Dear sister, we wish we could be there too—
Oh, when shall we come and live with you?