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...and beat upon With a tremulous patter of rain. BEREAVED LET me come in where you sit weeping,—aye, Let me, who have not any child to die, Weep with you...Their pressure round your neck; the hands you used To kiss.—Such arms — such hands I never knew. May I not weep with you? Fain would I be of service—say...

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...speaks Who fought with us upon St. Crispin's day." * * " Let me come in where you sit weeping, aye: Let me who have not any child to die Weep with you...arms, such hands I never knew. May I not weep with you ? 33 Fain would I be of service, say something Between the tears, that "would be comforting. But ah...

...doubts and fears. —WIT* M. MATTPIN MAY I NOT WEEP WITH YOU Let me come in where you sit weeping—aye, Let me, who have not any child to die, Weep with you...that slowly, slowly loosed Their pressure round your neck—the hands you used To kiss—such arms—such hands—I never knew. May I not weep with you?...

...for the real parent over the loss of a real child : Let me come in where you sit weeping, — aye, Let me, who have not any child to die, Weep with you...the little one whose love I have known nothing of. We have these and a hundred others like them, and thank God for them, and so thank God for Jim Riley....

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...knowing the joy of having a little child to mourn ? — "Let me come in where you sit weeping — aye, Let me, who have not any child to die, Weep with you...the little one whose love I have known nothing of." To the unfailing Comforter the Hoosier points the way : "Make us to feel, when times looks bad And...

...of his other voluminous echoes of Alice in Wonderland: Let me come in where you sit weeping,—aye, Let me, who have not any child to die, Weep with you...Their pressure round your neck; the hands you used To kiss.—Such arms—such hands I never knew. May I not weep with you? Fain would I be of service—say...

...slowly, slowly loosed Their pressure round your neck; the hands you used To kiss.—Such arms—such hands I never knew. May I not weep with you? Fain would I he of service—say some thing, Between the tears, that would be comforting,— But ah! so sadder than...