Horry Herald July 12, 1934
June R. Chestnut
Our darling baby entered unto rest June 26th 1934.
Dear baby June it can hardly be true
Yet we have said goodnight to you;
Your loving lips no more well press
To our own in loving tenderness.
And ours no more your slender charms
Held in the circle of our arms;
No more we'll see those little blue eyes,
Until our home shall be above the skies.
Goodnight is such a fearsome works,
Our hearts with anguish dark are stirred,
Until tomorrow must we bide,
Unhappy and unsatisfied.
Beloved June if you could know we love you so.
Parents
June R. Chestnut
Our darling baby entered unto rest June 26th 1934.
Dear baby June it can hardly be true
Yet we have said goodnight to you;
Your loving lips no more well press
To our own in loving tenderness.
And ours no more your slender charms
Held in the circle of our arms;
No more we'll see those little blue eyes,
Until our home shall be above the skies.
Goodnight is such a fearsome works,
Our hearts with anguish dark are stirred,
Until tomorrow must we bide,
Unhappy and unsatisfied.
Beloved June if you could know we love you so.
Parents
Horry Herald July 12, 1934
June R. Chestnut
Our darling baby entered unto rest June 26th 1934.
Dear baby June it can hardly be true
Yet we have said goodnight to you;
Your loving lips no more well press
To our own in loving tenderness.
And ours no more your slender charms
Held in the circle of our arms;
No more we'll see those little blue eyes,
Until our home shall be above the skies.
Goodnight is such a fearsome works,
Our hearts with anguish dark are stirred,
Until tomorrow must we bide,
Unhappy and unsatisfied.
Beloved June if you could know we love you so.
Parents
June R. Chestnut
Our darling baby entered unto rest June 26th 1934.
Dear baby June it can hardly be true
Yet we have said goodnight to you;
Your loving lips no more well press
To our own in loving tenderness.
And ours no more your slender charms
Held in the circle of our arms;
No more we'll see those little blue eyes,
Until our home shall be above the skies.
Goodnight is such a fearsome works,
Our hearts with anguish dark are stirred,
Until tomorrow must we bide,
Unhappy and unsatisfied.
Beloved June if you could know we love you so.
Parents
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