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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416908" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When Bessie Died</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">If from your own the dimpled hands had slipped,<br>And ne'er would nestle in your palm again;<br>If the white feet into the grave had tripped--'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Bessie died--<br>We braided the brown hair, and tied<br>It just as her own little hands<br>Had fastened back the silken strands<br>A thousand times-- the crimson bit<br>Of ribbon woven into it<br>That she had worn with childish pride--<br>Smoothed down the dainty bow-- and cried<br>When Bessie died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Bessie died--<br>We drew the nursery blinds aside,<br>And as the morning in the room<br>Burst like a primrose into bloom,<br>Her pet canary's cage we hung<br>Where she might hear him when he sung--<br>And yet not any note he tried,<br>Though she lay listening folded-eyed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Bessie died--<br>We writhed in prayer unsatisfied:<br>We begged of God, and He did smile<br>In silence on us all the while;<br>And we did see Him, through our tears,<br>Enfolding that fair form of hers,<br>She laughing back against His love<br>The kisses had nothing of--<br>And death to us He still denied,<br>When Bessie died--<br>When Bessie died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q>
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