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Frederick
George Scott
COLLECTED
POEMS
Death
and the Child
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Death met a little child beside the sea;
The child was ruddy and
his face was fair,
His heart was gladdened
with the keen salt air,
Full of the young waves’ laughter and their
glee.
Then Death stooped down and kissed him, saying:
‘To thee,
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My
child, will I give summers rare and bright,
And flowers, and morns with
never noon or night,
Or clouds to darken, if thou’lt come with
me.’
Then the child gladly gave his little hand,
And walked with Death along the shining sand,
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And
prattled gaily, full of hope, and smiled
As a white mist curled round him on the shore
And hid the land and sea for evermore—
Death hath no terrors for
a little child. [Page 127]
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