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Des Moines County, Iowa Anti-Slavery Society minutes and declarations, 1844-1845
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The Dying Boy The Dead Boy The Dying Coo Come my Father lie beside me, All my limbs are strangely cold; With thy kindly arm around me, Closely to thy bosom fold. Never stole such feelings oe'r me, Never throbbed my heart so wild; How could dust more deeply suffer- Hold, O Father, help thy child. Heaven on earth is smiling sweetly, Softened airs' my chamber fill, Love in ample folds has wrapped me; Yet I feel a coldness still. Nearer Father, nestle nearer, Let thy heart beat warm to mine; Closer, when about to sever, Oft the bands of love entwined. Elizabeth. Heizer,
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The Dying Boy The Dead Boy The Dying Coo Come my Father lie beside me, All my limbs are strangely cold; With thy kindly arm around me, Closely to thy bosom fold. Never stole such feelings oe'r me, Never throbbed my heart so wild; How could dust more deeply suffer- Hold, O Father, help thy child. Heaven on earth is smiling sweetly, Softened airs' my chamber fill, Love in ample folds has wrapped me; Yet I feel a coldness still. Nearer Father, nestle nearer, Let thy heart beat warm to mine; Closer, when about to sever, Oft the bands of love entwined. Elizabeth. Heizer,
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