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Poem
April 24, 1881
Daily Globe
Saint Paul, Ramsey County, Minnesota
What is this article about?
A poignant elegy by E. W. Locke mourning the death of a young child, describing the empty spaces left behind and finding solace in visions of the child in heaven, with anticipation of reunion.
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There's a Little Mound
By E. W. Locke
There's a fresh little mound near the willow,
Where at evening I wander and weep!
There's a dear vacant spot on my pillow,
Where a sweet little face used to sleep:
There were pretty blue eyes, but they slumber
In silence, beneath the dark mold,
And the little pet lamb of our number
Has gone to the heavenly fold.
Do I dream when in sleep I behold her,
With a beauty so fresh and divine,
When so close to my heart I enfold her,
And feel her soft lips upon mine;
When so loving those gentle eyes glisten
That my vision is lost in my tears,
And bewildered, enraptured I listen
To a voice from the spirits' bright spheres?
There's silence in parlor, in chamber,
There's sadness in every room;
Oh! I know 'twas the Father who claimed her,
Yet everything's burdened with gloom;
But I'll not be a comfortless mourner,
Nor longer brood over my pain;
For I know where the angels have borne her,
And soon I shall see her again.
By E. W. Locke
There's a fresh little mound near the willow,
Where at evening I wander and weep!
There's a dear vacant spot on my pillow,
Where a sweet little face used to sleep:
There were pretty blue eyes, but they slumber
In silence, beneath the dark mold,
And the little pet lamb of our number
Has gone to the heavenly fold.
Do I dream when in sleep I behold her,
With a beauty so fresh and divine,
When so close to my heart I enfold her,
And feel her soft lips upon mine;
When so loving those gentle eyes glisten
That my vision is lost in my tears,
And bewildered, enraptured I listen
To a voice from the spirits' bright spheres?
There's silence in parlor, in chamber,
There's sadness in every room;
Oh! I know 'twas the Father who claimed her,
Yet everything's burdened with gloom;
But I'll not be a comfortless mourner,
Nor longer brood over my pain;
For I know where the angels have borne her,
And soon I shall see her again.
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
Religious Faith
What keywords are associated?
Child Death
Mourning
Heavenly Fold
Angelic Reunion
Parental Grief
What entities or persons were involved?
By E. W. Locke
Poem Details
Title
There's A Little Mound
Author
By E. W. Locke
Subject
On The Death Of A Child
Key Lines
There's A Fresh Little Mound Near The Willow,
Where At Evening I Wander And Weep!
There's A Dear Vacant Spot On My Pillow,
Where A Sweet Little Face Used To Sleep:
For I Know Where The Angels Have Borne Her,
And Soon I Shall See Her Again.