Rosamond C. Bailey

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Title:     Rosamond C. Bailey
Author: James Whitcomb Riley [More Titles by Riley]

Thou brave, good woman! Loved of every one;
Not only that in singing thou didst fill
Our thirsty hearts with sweetness, trill on trill,
Even as a wild bird singing in the sun--
Not only that in all thy carols none
But held some tincturing of tears to thrill
Our gentler natures, and to quicken still
Our human sympathies; but thou hast won
Our equal love and reverence because
That thou wast ever mindful of the poor,
And thou wast ever faithful to thy friends.
So, loving, serving all, thy best applause
Thy requiem--the vast throng at the door
Of the old church, with mute prayers and amens.

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James Whitcomb Riley's poem: Rosamond C. Bailey

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