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By the Fireside.
The large Newfoundland house-dog Was standing by the door;He looked for his little playmates, Who would return no more.
They walked not under the lindens, They played not in the hall;But shadow, and silence, and sadness Were hanging over all.
The birds sang in the branches, With sweet, familiar tone;But the voices of the children Will be heard in dreams alone!
And the boy that walked beside me, He could not understandWhy closer in mine, ah! closer, I pressed his warm, soft hand!
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