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By Thomas Edward Brown

A little girl named Dora kneels at her brother's grave at age six. Her brother used to be lively, singing and shouting as the leader of their group, but now all is silent in his grave. The profound silence of death fills Dora with horror and she weeps, leaving her trust in God to understand why her brother is now gone.

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By Thomas Edward Brown

A little girl named Dora kneels at her brother's grave at age six. Her brother used to be lively, singing and shouting as the leader of their group, but now all is silent in his grave. The profound silence of death fills Dora with horror and she weeps, leaving her trust in God to understand why her brother is now gone.

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Dora

by Thomas Edward Brown

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,
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 play'd.
No sound! no sound!
Death's silence was profound;
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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