| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XV. Protest
Dora | | By Thomas Edward Brown (1830–1897) |
| | | SHE knelt upon her brother’s grave, | |
| My little girl of six years old— | |
| He used to be so good and brave, | |
| The sweetest lamb of all our fold; | |
| He used to shout, he used to sing, | 5 |
| Of all our tribe the little king— | |
| And so unto the turf her ear she laid, | |
| To hark if still in that dark place he played. | |
| No sound! no sound! | |
| Death’s silence was profound; | 10 |
| And horror crept | |
| Into her aching heart, and Dora wept. | |
| If this is as it ought to be, | |
| My God, I leave it unto Thee. | | | | |
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