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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=427833" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Little Henry</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Air -- &quot;Minnie Lee&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Oh! come listen to my story<br>Of a little infant child -- <br>His spirit is in glory -- <br>It has left us for a while.<br>Death has robbed us of our Henry,<br>He is with our Savior now,<br>Where there is no pain or sorrow<br>Comes to cloud his little brow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">CHORUS:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">God has took their little treasure,<br>And his name I'll tell you now,<br>He has gone from earth forever,<br>Their little Charles Henry House.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His cheeks were red as roses,<br>And his eyes were black as coals,<br>His little lips were red as rubies,<br>And his little hair it curled.<br>Oh, they called him little Charley,<br>He was full of joyful mirth -- <br>Now his little form is lying<br>'Neath the cold and silent earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was the eleventh of December,<br>On a cold and windy day,<br>Just at the close of evening,<br>When the sunlight fades away;<br>Little Henry he was dying,<br>In his little crib he lay,<br>With soft winds round him sighing<br>From the morn till close of day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Parents, brothers, sisters weeping,<br>For their cup of sorrow's full,<br>And his little playthings keeping,<br>That he thought so beautiful -- <br>Tears from parents' eyes were starting<br>For their little loving one.<br>Oh! how painful was the parting<br>From their little infant son.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! how often have they kissed him,<br>And caressed his little brow -- <br>To his little voice have listened,<br>But his place is vacant now.<br>They called him little Charley,<br>And his loving name they called,<br>But they could not keep their darling<br>From the loving Savior's call.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But they must now cease their mourning,<br>His little soul is at rest,<br>Where there can no storms of trouble<br>Roll across his peaceful breast.<br>Now his little form is sleeping<br>In the cold and silent tomb,<br>And his friends are left a weeping,<br>In his dear and loving home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was the eleventh of December,<br>Eighteen seventy was the year,<br>Kind friends will all remember -- <br>Silently let fall a tear.<br>But we must not trouble borrow,<br>For the God of heaven is just;<br>No one knows a parent's sorrow,<br>Till a child some friend have lost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Julia+A+Moore">Julia A Moore</a><div class=q>
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Oh! come listen to my story
Of a little infant child -- 
His spirit is in glory -- 
It has left us for a while.
Death has robbed us of our Henry,
He is with our Savior now,
Where there is no pain or sorrow
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