My Great Aunt~
The poem below says it all, except where little Edna May is buried. Some ancestry.com trees say Sharps Mill, or Florence, Alabama. My Grandmother, Edna's sister, made the statement back in 1966 when my mother and I took her to see her cousin Percy Gooch in Milam County, TX., "I have a sister buried out here somewhere that died when she was a baby." I am placing Edna May in this cemetery with her parents, plus I am putting her name on her mothers headstone that I am going to order. I hope to find her true resting place someday.
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Tenderly in the grave they laid her,
Her kindred ones must part,
No more her smiling face to see,
How sad it makes the heart.
Be comforted afflicted ones,
Gods angels still will keep,
Their vigil watches ore the place,
Where Edna May doth sleep.
Her gentle voice is hushed,
Her warm true heart is still,
And on her head and saintly brow,
Is resting deaths cold chill.
Farewell dear daughter may the
Lord help us to live, that we may
all be permitted to meet our dear baby,
and sing sweet hallelujahs in
the paradise of God.
Written by her mother
Hettie E. Copeland July 4, 1892
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The poem below says it all, except where little Edna May is buried. Some ancestry.com trees say Sharps Mill, or Florence, Alabama. My Grandmother, Edna's sister, made the statement back in 1966 when my mother and I took her to see her cousin Percy Gooch in Milam County, TX., "I have a sister buried out here somewhere that died when she was a baby." I am placing Edna May in this cemetery with her parents, plus I am putting her name on her mothers headstone that I am going to order. I hope to find her true resting place someday.
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Tenderly in the grave they laid her,
Her kindred ones must part,
No more her smiling face to see,
How sad it makes the heart.
Be comforted afflicted ones,
Gods angels still will keep,
Their vigil watches ore the place,
Where Edna May doth sleep.
Her gentle voice is hushed,
Her warm true heart is still,
And on her head and saintly brow,
Is resting deaths cold chill.
Farewell dear daughter may the
Lord help us to live, that we may
all be permitted to meet our dear baby,
and sing sweet hallelujahs in
the paradise of God.
Written by her mother
Hettie E. Copeland July 4, 1892
~~~~~
My Great Aunt~
The poem below says it all, except where little Edna May is buried. Some ancestry.com trees say Sharps Mill, or Florence, Alabama. My Grandmother, Edna's sister, made the statement back in 1966 when my mother and I took her to see her cousin Percy Gooch in Milam County, TX., "I have a sister buried out here somewhere that died when she was a baby." I am placing Edna May in this cemetery with her parents, plus I am putting her name on her mothers headstone that I am going to order. I hope to find her true resting place someday.
**********
Tenderly in the grave they laid her,
Her kindred ones must part,
No more her smiling face to see,
How sad it makes the heart.
Be comforted afflicted ones,
Gods angels still will keep,
Their vigil watches ore the place,
Where Edna May doth sleep.
Her gentle voice is hushed,
Her warm true heart is still,
And on her head and saintly brow,
Is resting deaths cold chill.
Farewell dear daughter may the
Lord help us to live, that we may
all be permitted to meet our dear baby,
and sing sweet hallelujahs in
the paradise of God.
Written by her mother
Hettie E. Copeland July 4, 1892
~~~~~
The poem below says it all, except where little Edna May is buried. Some ancestry.com trees say Sharps Mill, or Florence, Alabama. My Grandmother, Edna's sister, made the statement back in 1966 when my mother and I took her to see her cousin Percy Gooch in Milam County, TX., "I have a sister buried out here somewhere that died when she was a baby." I am placing Edna May in this cemetery with her parents, plus I am putting her name on her mothers headstone that I am going to order. I hope to find her true resting place someday.
**********
Tenderly in the grave they laid her,
Her kindred ones must part,
No more her smiling face to see,
How sad it makes the heart.
Be comforted afflicted ones,
Gods angels still will keep,
Their vigil watches ore the place,
Where Edna May doth sleep.
Her gentle voice is hushed,
Her warm true heart is still,
And on her head and saintly brow,
Is resting deaths cold chill.
Farewell dear daughter may the
Lord help us to live, that we may
all be permitted to meet our dear baby,
and sing sweet hallelujahs in
the paradise of God.
Written by her mother
Hettie E. Copeland July 4, 1892
~~~~~
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