Notes from a Waseca newspaper - cause of death was listed as dysentery.
DIED
BAILEY - In Waseca, April 16th, 1870, Earl
son of Philo C and Lurinda Bailey, aged
one year two months and nine days.
Another little form asleep,
And a little spirit gone,
Another little voice is hushed,
And a little angel born
Two little feet are on the way
To the home beyond the skies,
And our hearts are like the void that comes,
When a strain of music dies.
A pair of little baby shoes,
And a lock of golden hair,
The toy our little darling loved,
And the dress he used to wear,
The little grave in the shady nook
Where the flowers love to grow -
And these are all of the little hope
That came one year ago.
The birds will sit on the branch above
And sing a requiem
To the beautiful little sleeping form
That used to sing to them
But never again will the little lips
To their songs of love reply,
For that silvery voice is blended with
The minstrelsy on high.
DIED
BAILEY - In Waseca, April 16th, 1870, Earl
son of Philo C and Lurinda Bailey, aged
one year two months and nine days.
Another little form asleep,
And a little spirit gone,
Another little voice is hushed,
And a little angel born
Two little feet are on the way
To the home beyond the skies,
And our hearts are like the void that comes,
When a strain of music dies.
A pair of little baby shoes,
And a lock of golden hair,
The toy our little darling loved,
And the dress he used to wear,
The little grave in the shady nook
Where the flowers love to grow -
And these are all of the little hope
That came one year ago.
The birds will sit on the branch above
And sing a requiem
To the beautiful little sleeping form
That used to sing to them
But never again will the little lips
To their songs of love reply,
For that silvery voice is blended with
The minstrelsy on high.
Notes from a Waseca newspaper - cause of death was listed as dysentery.
DIED
BAILEY - In Waseca, April 16th, 1870, Earl
son of Philo C and Lurinda Bailey, aged
one year two months and nine days.
Another little form asleep,
And a little spirit gone,
Another little voice is hushed,
And a little angel born
Two little feet are on the way
To the home beyond the skies,
And our hearts are like the void that comes,
When a strain of music dies.
A pair of little baby shoes,
And a lock of golden hair,
The toy our little darling loved,
And the dress he used to wear,
The little grave in the shady nook
Where the flowers love to grow -
And these are all of the little hope
That came one year ago.
The birds will sit on the branch above
And sing a requiem
To the beautiful little sleeping form
That used to sing to them
But never again will the little lips
To their songs of love reply,
For that silvery voice is blended with
The minstrelsy on high.
DIED
BAILEY - In Waseca, April 16th, 1870, Earl
son of Philo C and Lurinda Bailey, aged
one year two months and nine days.
Another little form asleep,
And a little spirit gone,
Another little voice is hushed,
And a little angel born
Two little feet are on the way
To the home beyond the skies,
And our hearts are like the void that comes,
When a strain of music dies.
A pair of little baby shoes,
And a lock of golden hair,
The toy our little darling loved,
And the dress he used to wear,
The little grave in the shady nook
Where the flowers love to grow -
And these are all of the little hope
That came one year ago.
The birds will sit on the branch above
And sing a requiem
To the beautiful little sleeping form
That used to sing to them
But never again will the little lips
To their songs of love reply,
For that silvery voice is blended with
The minstrelsy on high.
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