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TROUBLE by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER

First Line: ONE FOLDS THE LITTLE WHITE HANDS, AND LAYS A FLOWER
Last Line: GOD WOT,—A LIVING GRIEF IS WORSE THAN THE PEACE THAT FOLDS THE DEAD.
Subject(s): DEATH - CHILDREN; GRIEF; DEATH - BABIES; SORROW; SADNESS;
ONE folds the little white hands, and lays a flower between,
And sees death's lilies pale, where life's sweet rose hath been,
And aches through all her heart beside the baby face serene.

One smiles a brave good-morrow, and walks with even tread,
The while she bears the burden of a great and nameless dread;
God wot,—a living grief is worse than the peace that folds the dead.



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