Re: ...LITTLE JIM...

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: : Little Jim : : The cottage was a thatched one, : : The outside old and mean : : Yet everything within that cot : : Was wondrous neat and clean. : : The night was dark and stormy, : : The wind was howling wild; : : A patient mother knelt beside : : The death bed of her child. : : A little worn out creature, : : His once bright eyes grown dim; : : It was a colliers only child : : They called him Little Jim. : : And oh! to see the briny tears : : Fast hurrying down her cheeks, : : As she offered up, a prayer in thought, : : She was afraid to speak, : : Lest she might waken one she loved: : : Far better than her life; : : For there was all a mothers love, : : In that poor colliers wife. : : With hands uplifted, see, she kneels : : Besides the sufferers bed; : : And prays that He will spare her boy, : : And take herself instead. : : She gets her answer from the child, : : Soft fell these words from him, : : Mother, the angels do so smile, : : And beckon Little Jim. : : I have no pain, dear mother, now, : : But Oh , I am so dry; : : Just moisten poor Jim's lips again : : And, Mother, donšt you cry. : : With gentle trembling haste she held : : The tea cup to his lips; : : He smiled to thank her as he took : : Three tiny little sips. : : Tell Father when he comes from work, : : I said Good Night to him; : : And mother, now Išll go to sleep : : Alas poor little Jim. : : She saw that he was dying : : The child she loved so dear : : Had uttered the last words that she : : Might ever hope to hear. : : The cottage door was open, : : The colliers step is heard; : : The Father and the Mother meet, : : Yet neither speak a word. : : He knew that all was over, : : He knew his child was dead; : : He took the candle in his hand : : And walked towards the bed. : : His quivering lips gave token : : Of the grief hešd failed to conceal : : And see his wife has joined him, : : The stricken couple kneel. : : With hearts bowed down with sadness : : They humbly asked of Him, : : In heaven ,once more to meet again : : Their own poor Little Jim. : : End. : : Partly of lifešs experience and partly of something remembered I write to relieve, selfishly myself. : What of Billy? Am I bold to say this happened?

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