There is a poem published in the Bartlesville Weekly Examiner, July 30, 1904, pg. 8 that names this child Wilus Crete Keeler. This is the poem:
"Wilus Crete Keeler
So tenderly the Savior came
To bear this precious babe away;
And in submission to his will we bow
And would not say him nay.
O, baby dear, we often long
To clasp thee in our arms again;
But thou art safe in Jesus' arms,
Free from trouble, care and pain.
We miss more than tongue can tell
Thy little head upon our breast;
Thy little hands are cold and still;
God gave and took and it is best.
Dear little Crete, thy little hands
Will beckon us to come some day
To heaven above, where thou art gone,
So we must strive and watch and pray.
So when our time on earth is o'er,
And God shall signal us to come,
We will meet thee, dear little Crete, at the
pearly gate,
And hear thee singing welcome home.
--- Written by her Aunt Beulah Carr"
"Wilus Crete Keeler
So tenderly the Savior came
To bear this precious babe away;
And in submission to his will we bow
And would not say him nay.
O, baby dear, we often long
To clasp thee in our arms again;
But thou art safe in Jesus' arms,
Free from trouble, care and pain.
We miss more than tongue can tell
Thy little head upon our breast;
Thy little hands are cold and still;
God gave and took and it is best.
Dear little Crete, thy little hands
Will beckon us to come some day
To heaven above, where thou art gone,
So we must strive and watch and pray.
So when our time on earth is o'er,
And God shall signal us to come,
We will meet thee, dear little Crete, at the
pearly gate,
And hear thee singing welcome home.
--- Written by her Aunt Beulah Carr"
There is a poem published in the Bartlesville Weekly Examiner, July 30, 1904, pg. 8 that names this child Wilus Crete Keeler. This is the poem:
"Wilus Crete Keeler
So tenderly the Savior came
To bear this precious babe away;
And in submission to his will we bow
And would not say him nay.
O, baby dear, we often long
To clasp thee in our arms again;
But thou art safe in Jesus' arms,
Free from trouble, care and pain.
We miss more than tongue can tell
Thy little head upon our breast;
Thy little hands are cold and still;
God gave and took and it is best.
Dear little Crete, thy little hands
Will beckon us to come some day
To heaven above, where thou art gone,
So we must strive and watch and pray.
So when our time on earth is o'er,
And God shall signal us to come,
We will meet thee, dear little Crete, at the
pearly gate,
And hear thee singing welcome home.
--- Written by her Aunt Beulah Carr"
"Wilus Crete Keeler
So tenderly the Savior came
To bear this precious babe away;
And in submission to his will we bow
And would not say him nay.
O, baby dear, we often long
To clasp thee in our arms again;
But thou art safe in Jesus' arms,
Free from trouble, care and pain.
We miss more than tongue can tell
Thy little head upon our breast;
Thy little hands are cold and still;
God gave and took and it is best.
Dear little Crete, thy little hands
Will beckon us to come some day
To heaven above, where thou art gone,
So we must strive and watch and pray.
So when our time on earth is o'er,
And God shall signal us to come,
We will meet thee, dear little Crete, at the
pearly gate,
And hear thee singing welcome home.
--- Written by her Aunt Beulah Carr"
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