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And did young Stephen sicken,

? ? ? ? And did young Stephen die?

And did the sad hearts thicken,

? ? ? ? And did the mourners cry?

No; such was not the fate of

? ? ? ? Young Stephen Dowling Bots;

Though sad hearts round him thickened,

? ? ? ? 'Twas not from sickness'shots.

No whooping-cough did rack his frame,

? ? ? ? Nor measles drear, with spots;

Not these impaired the sacred name

? ? ? ? Of Stephen Dowling Bots.

Despised love struck not with woe

? ? ? ? That head of curly knots.

Nor stomach troubles laid him low,

? ? ? ? Young Stephen Dowling Bots.

O No. Then list with tearful eye,

? ? ? ? Whilst I his fate do tell.

His soul did from this cold world fly,

? ? ? ? By falling down a well.

They got him out and emptied him;

? ? ? ? Alas it was too late;

His spirit was gone for to sport aloft

? ? ? ? In the realms of the good and great.

? ? ? ? If Emmeline Grangerford could make poetry like that before she was fourteen, there ain't no telling what she could a done by-and-by.


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