So the bird of my bosom
Fluttered up to the dawn.
A window was opened
My darling was gone.
A truant from time
From tears and from sin
For the angel to watch
Took the wanderer in.
We loved her.
(Amelia's obituary from the cemetery records.)
So the bird of my bosom
Fluttered up to the dawn.
A window was opened
My darling was gone.
A truant from time
From tears and from sin
For the angel to watch
Took the wanderer in.
We loved her.
(Amelia's obituary from the cemetery records.)
Family Members
Advertisement
Explore more
Sponsored by Ancestry
Advertisement