Classic Poem

One little blossom cut down in a day,
One little pet called away from her play.
One little struggle — thank God it is brief!
One little stricken one gaining relief.
One little voice breathing ever so low
One little prayer, then it's ready to go.
One little sigh, and we clip from her head
One little tress, for our darling is dead.
One little coffin, a bud in the wreath,
One little emblem of baby beneath.
One little journey from home to the tomb,
One little blossom in Eden to bloom.