FOR THE LlTCHFIELD ENQUIRER. THE LITTLE CRAVE
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At the close of a beautiful day short time since, visited the east buryng ground in this village The trees Lad Just put forth their leaves, and the branches were alive with birds warbing ther sweetest notes as II Tn gratitude for the return of spring. A gentle breeze which blew softly over the hills waited tho fragrance of the blossoms and an agreeable stiffness relgned Tn the silent place of repose

 Spring returns, and covers the earth with beautv.- Nature, awakened from lle long sleep of winter or. rays herself in beautiful garments flowers are spring. ing up all about paths; bu, the loved ones we have laid in the silent tomb return to us no more ana II IS well that 1t Is so Happy the early dead Happy are they in the bright regions of perennial oay. As l was thus meditating among the memorials of the dead, little grave attracted my attention A myrtle grew uxurant upon i:, and violets with their many colored hues ornamened the spot and told that the loved remains beneath were not forgotten. parted the tall grass which grew around the head. stone, and this simple and touching inscription met my eye Imnocent and hercore blest Her last ,Dords '0ere, om going 10 Reauen to De hoppy wiM Cod Do meet me here'"

 1t was the grave of little girl in her fourth year and as bent over the low stone, and thought of the sweet spirit of this interesting child the following lines rose in my mind.

 Did angels to that better sphere

 On plumed wings thy spiri, bear,

 Where endless blessings crown the year,

 And heavenly music fills the air?

 Did they to those bright fields of light

 Up bear thee from the arms of love;

 Far, far away from mortal sight,

 To bloom more beautiful above?

 Yes, gentle spirit, thou art gone,

 And here upon thy grassy tomb bend; above thy dust to mourn Thee cal!d away in early boom

 The myrtle twines above thy head,

 Planted hy kind afiection's care

 The violet here its blossoms shed,

 And with its sweetness fills the air.

 And thou art happy now with God

 But bleeding hearts still mourn thee here,

 And bow beneath uf11ictions rod

 May they in Heav'n al meet thee there LlTcHFIELD, l91l. H.MB.