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Alns ! nnd is my Binther dend ! Who was so well belnved ; Ah! yes, he's left. this woild of gtrife, And gone to renlins nbove. How passing strange t seems fo us, That he shnuld lenve so soon, His moming sun ihnt rose so fair, Ala9 ! went down ere nooti.. And now his nbsence we do mourn, Thosp friends he's lpft on Earth, He was so very deur to all Around our household hrnrth. Bnt oh ! tlmt place can ne'er be filled, In I1Ã9 dear Parent'shenrt, It cnuscd n wound thnt cannot hen], When they were cnlled to part. But he has only paid the debt Thnt nll of us must pny ; And we will try to be resignad, While hei'o on Earth we stny. And now farewell mj' Brother denr - Fnrewell dear BrotliPr CottOD ; Although your numbprcd witli tl. e dead, You ne'er will be forgotton.
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J.W.D.
Poetry
Old News
Michigan Liberty Press
Cotton M. Dickinson