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Walter Leroy “Roy” Blowers

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Walter Leroy “Roy” Blowers

Birth
Death
30 Apr 1885 (aged 4–5)
Monroe County, Ohio, USA
Burial
Coats, Monroe County, Ohio, USA GPS-Latitude: 39.791285, Longitude: -81.0097431
Memorial ID
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Info from contributor: FAG# 46854591

Their suggestion:
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Blowers, Walter Leroy Blowers

Source: Spirit of Democracy June 9, 1885

Died -- April 30, 1885, of lung fever, WALTER LEROY, son of C. M. and H. J. BLOWERS, aged 4 years, 6 months and 16 days.

Weep not because your darling

Was borne to worlds on high,

Before his charms did half unclose

To your admiring eyes.

.

“Tis true you miss your darling,

And often think him near;

In visions of thy memory,

In starts, you see him here.

.

Had he lived but a few short years,

In all his beauty bright,

His eyes would oft been dimmed with tears,

His heart been touched with blight.

.

You miss his childish footfall,

His prattling tense of glee;

No more before the cottage door

His cherished form you see.

.

But he has gone to dreamless sleep

‘Mid tears and heart wrung sighs;

Oh! Do not for the angel weep,

His home is in the skies.

.

He has joined his angel sister,

And they’re waiting till you come;

Pray God to guard and keep you

Till you [sic] safely meet at home.
Info from contributor: FAG# 46854591

Their suggestion:
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Blowers, Walter Leroy Blowers

Source: Spirit of Democracy June 9, 1885

Died -- April 30, 1885, of lung fever, WALTER LEROY, son of C. M. and H. J. BLOWERS, aged 4 years, 6 months and 16 days.

Weep not because your darling

Was borne to worlds on high,

Before his charms did half unclose

To your admiring eyes.

.

“Tis true you miss your darling,

And often think him near;

In visions of thy memory,

In starts, you see him here.

.

Had he lived but a few short years,

In all his beauty bright,

His eyes would oft been dimmed with tears,

His heart been touched with blight.

.

You miss his childish footfall,

His prattling tense of glee;

No more before the cottage door

His cherished form you see.

.

But he has gone to dreamless sleep

‘Mid tears and heart wrung sighs;

Oh! Do not for the angel weep,

His home is in the skies.

.

He has joined his angel sister,

And they’re waiting till you come;

Pray God to guard and keep you

Till you [sic] safely meet at home.


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