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The following versus were composed in memory of Almie, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. A. A. Baker, who died March 22.
Can this be true, dear Almie dead.
Shall I no more her sweet face see?
When I return to that sad home,
She'll not be there to welcome me.
Ah, well night these fond parents weep
To hear this stern decree,
This jewel, then no mare may'st keep,
She was not given but lent to thee,
How lonely now that foreside looks,
There stands the little vacant chair,
There treasured yet her toys and books,
But precious Almie is not there.
Dear Almie, lovely in thy life,
Death came and naught could stay the tide
Unheading that poor mother's cry's,
He bore her darling from her side.
No more these little feet will run,
To meet her papa at the gate;
But oh, in that new life begun,
There for her loved ones she will wait,
And when this toilsome life is o'er,
Will she not be the first to greet
her parents on the other shore.
And head them to a heavenly seat?
And could we, would we call her back
To this cold world of grief and care,
For oh, when life is over, what joy
T'will be to meet your darling there.
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The youngest daughter of A. A. Baker who has been sick with scarlet fever died Tuesday at Manning, age twenty months.
Contributed by Find A Grave Member# 47075564
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The following versus were composed in memory of Almie, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. A. A. Baker, who died March 22.
Can this be true, dear Almie dead.
Shall I no more her sweet face see?
When I return to that sad home,
She'll not be there to welcome me.
Ah, well night these fond parents weep
To hear this stern decree,
This jewel, then no mare may'st keep,
She was not given but lent to thee,
How lonely now that foreside looks,
There stands the little vacant chair,
There treasured yet her toys and books,
But precious Almie is not there.
Dear Almie, lovely in thy life,
Death came and naught could stay the tide
Unheading that poor mother's cry's,
He bore her darling from her side.
No more these little feet will run,
To meet her papa at the gate;
But oh, in that new life begun,
There for her loved ones she will wait,
And when this toilsome life is o'er,
Will she not be the first to greet
her parents on the other shore.
And head them to a heavenly seat?
And could we, would we call her back
To this cold world of grief and care,
For oh, when life is over, what joy
T'will be to meet your darling there.
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The youngest daughter of A. A. Baker who has been sick with scarlet fever died Tuesday at Manning, age twenty months.
Contributed by Find A Grave Member# 47075564
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