Written by his father, Henry Timrod:
'Twas a merry Christmas when he came,
Our little boy beneath the sod;
And brighter burned the Christmas flame,
And merrier sped the game
Because within the house there lay
A shape as tiny as a fay--
The Christmas gift of God!
'Twas a merry Christmas when he came,
Our little boy beneath the sod;
And brighter burned the Christmas flame,
And merrier sped the game
Because within the house there lay
A shape as tiny as a fay--
The Christmas gift of God!
Written by his father, Henry Timrod:
'Twas a merry Christmas when he came,
Our little boy beneath the sod;
And brighter burned the Christmas flame,
And merrier sped the game
Because within the house there lay
A shape as tiny as a fay--
The Christmas gift of God!
'Twas a merry Christmas when he came,
Our little boy beneath the sod;
And brighter burned the Christmas flame,
And merrier sped the game
Because within the house there lay
A shape as tiny as a fay--
The Christmas gift of God!
Inscription
On the stone of Henry Timrod:
"And His Only Child Willie Lie Buried Here"
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