Our Dorothy, verses . OUR DOROTHY. Orie day iri early Spririg, riot lorig ago, Fell frorri t]\e far blile s^ies to eartli below, R jeWel of Cl^rists, a pure brigl^t pearl. Not as NoKorqis of old, did it fall, Wlqere blossorqs covered tY\e eartY\ as a pall, Tl]is baby vJee—tl^is dear little girl, Iri a l|ospital \^ard, v^itl) lA^alls cold ar\d wlqite, Tl^e soiil of tY\e Motlier l)ad taKeri its fligtit To joiri tl^e Fatl:\ers, gone before, Ttie baby eyes rqeet but tlr^e cUrioUs glaqce Of eyes tY\at looK only v^\tY\ silfferarice, Tl^at \\;orider arid pity, but r]ot]qirig rqore. No lovirig arr

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Our Dorothy, verses . OUR DOROTHY. Orie day iri early Spririg, riot lorig ago, Fell frorri t]\e far blile s^ies to eartli below, R jeWel of Cl^rists, a pure brigl^t pearl. Not as NoKorqis of old, did it fall, Wlqere blossorqs covered tY\e eartY\ as a pall, Tl]is baby vJee—tl^is dear little girl, Iri a l|ospital \^ard, v^itl) lA^alls cold ar\d wlqite, Tl^e soiil of tY\e Motlier l)ad taKeri its fligtit To joiri tl^e Fatl:\ers, gone before, Ttie baby eyes rqeet but tlr^e cUrioUs glaqce Of eyes tY\at looK only v^\tY\ silfferarice, Tl^at \\;orider arid pity, but r]ot]qirig rqore. No lovirig arrr^s to clasp iri close erqbrace. No firigers, forid, to stroKe tlie upturned face; No soft Kiss to still tl-^e plaintive irioar). R loriely stranger iri a stranger larid; Tossed frorq tlrie sea of Life Upori tl^e strand, Horr\eless and friendless and all alone T

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