In Memory of Little Louise, The Death Angel visited the home of Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Adams on May 30 and took from them their eight-months-old baby girl. It was so hard to give her up. All was done for her that hands could do. She was too bright a sunbeam to shine on earth. God took the little one home where there is no sickness nor death.
Weep not, dear loved ones. She is at rest, She can not come to us but we can go to her. Sweet little darling, light of our home, waiting for someone beckoning to come; bright as the sunbeam, pure as the dew, anxiously waiting, mother, for you. She was laid to rest in the Campbell cemetery on May 31st. Sweet memories In each loyal breast for our noble braves that have gone to rest. Peace, dear Louise, calmly sleep while many o'er thy silence weep.
Written by Her Aunt.
Notes:
The Corsicana Daily Sun - Monday, June 26, 1911
Weep not, dear loved ones. She is at rest, She can not come to us but we can go to her. Sweet little darling, light of our home, waiting for someone beckoning to come; bright as the sunbeam, pure as the dew, anxiously waiting, mother, for you. She was laid to rest in the Campbell cemetery on May 31st. Sweet memories In each loyal breast for our noble braves that have gone to rest. Peace, dear Louise, calmly sleep while many o'er thy silence weep.
Written by Her Aunt.
Notes:
The Corsicana Daily Sun - Monday, June 26, 1911
In Memory of Little Louise, The Death Angel visited the home of Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Adams on May 30 and took from them their eight-months-old baby girl. It was so hard to give her up. All was done for her that hands could do. She was too bright a sunbeam to shine on earth. God took the little one home where there is no sickness nor death.
Weep not, dear loved ones. She is at rest, She can not come to us but we can go to her. Sweet little darling, light of our home, waiting for someone beckoning to come; bright as the sunbeam, pure as the dew, anxiously waiting, mother, for you. She was laid to rest in the Campbell cemetery on May 31st. Sweet memories In each loyal breast for our noble braves that have gone to rest. Peace, dear Louise, calmly sleep while many o'er thy silence weep.
Written by Her Aunt.
Notes:
The Corsicana Daily Sun - Monday, June 26, 1911
Weep not, dear loved ones. She is at rest, She can not come to us but we can go to her. Sweet little darling, light of our home, waiting for someone beckoning to come; bright as the sunbeam, pure as the dew, anxiously waiting, mother, for you. She was laid to rest in the Campbell cemetery on May 31st. Sweet memories In each loyal breast for our noble braves that have gone to rest. Peace, dear Louise, calmly sleep while many o'er thy silence weep.
Written by Her Aunt.
Notes:
The Corsicana Daily Sun - Monday, June 26, 1911
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