Poem by Robert William Service

The Comforter

As I sat by my baby's bed
That's open to the sky,
There fluttered round and round my head
A radiant butterfly.

And as I wept -- of hearts that ache
The saddest in the land --
It left a lily for my sake,
And lighted on my hand.

I watched it, oh, so quietly,
And though it rose and flew,
As if it fain would comfort me
It came and came anew.

Now, where my darling lies at rest,
I do not dare to sigh,
For look! there gleams upon my breast
A snow-white butterfly.

1. The March of the Dead
2. The Cremation of Sam Mcgee
3. “Fighting Mac”
4. Music in the Bush
5. The Rhyme of the Remittance Man

Annie Fields The Comforter ("My heart is searching for thee")

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