See our darling little Jamie
Peaceful in his slumber lay;
Gently to the grave we'd bear him,
Lay him from our sight away.
Sweet one, thou art gone forever,
We no more thy voice shall hear;
Gone to brighter worlds above us,
Far above all sin and care.
But we know that God is wisdom,
Brings afflicting to us all;
And we humbly bow before him,
Waiting for his future call.
List and hear the angels' welcome,
As our child floats far above;
We'll not weep, for Christ has called him,
And we know that God is love.
Dec. 21st, 1871. CHAS. H. H.
Troy Daily Whig. February 20, 1872: 3 col 4.
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