The father, mother, and three little sisters are left to mourn the loss of this dear little babe, their only son and brother.
The hearts of friends and neighbors go out in sympathy to the beareaved ones, and they should find comfort in the tho't that although:
His little form of clay
Is laid beneath the sod,
His little spirit lives always
With his heavenly father, God.
And we know too, how
Christ loved him,
Little heart so free from guile
In heaven little George,
He welcomed
With his loving, tender smile.
Then let your hearts
Not troubled be,
To God's will, be reconciled,
When your soul, he to sets free,
You will meet again your child.
A Friend.
The father, mother, and three little sisters are left to mourn the loss of this dear little babe, their only son and brother.
The hearts of friends and neighbors go out in sympathy to the beareaved ones, and they should find comfort in the tho't that although:
His little form of clay
Is laid beneath the sod,
His little spirit lives always
With his heavenly father, God.
And we know too, how
Christ loved him,
Little heart so free from guile
In heaven little George,
He welcomed
With his loving, tender smile.
Then let your hearts
Not troubled be,
To God's will, be reconciled,
When your soul, he to sets free,
You will meet again your child.
A Friend.
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