Weekly Expositor Independent 1880-1886 — 17 April 1885
DREAMY EVES ARE CLOSED FOREVER.
We publish the following poem by request,as attribute to the memory of Mr. and Mrs. George Machia's little boy, whose death was mentioned in this paper last week.
"Hid beneath the daisies bloom
Are Allie's dreamy eyes.
But far above his lonely tomb.
His home is in the skies
He was our darling and our pride
The joy of ev'ry heart
Was like a sunbeam at our side
That did with him depart,
"He came to bless us for a while,
With sunshine, love and mirth.
With heart so pure and free from guile,
-Too pure and good for.earth
He's roaming now with angels bright|
Who tread the other shore,
They took him from our home and sight.
With us to dwell no more.
"When spring-birds wake us with their song,
At morning, noon and night,
'Tis always then we sigh and long
For Allie's smile so bright
But most we miss his form at eve,
When twilight gathers near,
Then to our hearts dark shadows cling,
That bring the silent tear."
DREAMY EVES ARE CLOSED FOREVER.
We publish the following poem by request,as attribute to the memory of Mr. and Mrs. George Machia's little boy, whose death was mentioned in this paper last week.
"Hid beneath the daisies bloom
Are Allie's dreamy eyes.
But far above his lonely tomb.
His home is in the skies
He was our darling and our pride
The joy of ev'ry heart
Was like a sunbeam at our side
That did with him depart,
"He came to bless us for a while,
With sunshine, love and mirth.
With heart so pure and free from guile,
-Too pure and good for.earth
He's roaming now with angels bright|
Who tread the other shore,
They took him from our home and sight.
With us to dwell no more.
"When spring-birds wake us with their song,
At morning, noon and night,
'Tis always then we sigh and long
For Allie's smile so bright
But most we miss his form at eve,
When twilight gathers near,
Then to our hearts dark shadows cling,
That bring the silent tear."
Weekly Expositor Independent 1880-1886 — 17 April 1885
DREAMY EVES ARE CLOSED FOREVER.
We publish the following poem by request,as attribute to the memory of Mr. and Mrs. George Machia's little boy, whose death was mentioned in this paper last week.
"Hid beneath the daisies bloom
Are Allie's dreamy eyes.
But far above his lonely tomb.
His home is in the skies
He was our darling and our pride
The joy of ev'ry heart
Was like a sunbeam at our side
That did with him depart,
"He came to bless us for a while,
With sunshine, love and mirth.
With heart so pure and free from guile,
-Too pure and good for.earth
He's roaming now with angels bright|
Who tread the other shore,
They took him from our home and sight.
With us to dwell no more.
"When spring-birds wake us with their song,
At morning, noon and night,
'Tis always then we sigh and long
For Allie's smile so bright
But most we miss his form at eve,
When twilight gathers near,
Then to our hearts dark shadows cling,
That bring the silent tear."
DREAMY EVES ARE CLOSED FOREVER.
We publish the following poem by request,as attribute to the memory of Mr. and Mrs. George Machia's little boy, whose death was mentioned in this paper last week.
"Hid beneath the daisies bloom
Are Allie's dreamy eyes.
But far above his lonely tomb.
His home is in the skies
He was our darling and our pride
The joy of ev'ry heart
Was like a sunbeam at our side
That did with him depart,
"He came to bless us for a while,
With sunshine, love and mirth.
With heart so pure and free from guile,
-Too pure and good for.earth
He's roaming now with angels bright|
Who tread the other shore,
They took him from our home and sight.
With us to dwell no more.
"When spring-birds wake us with their song,
At morning, noon and night,
'Tis always then we sigh and long
For Allie's smile so bright
But most we miss his form at eve,
When twilight gathers near,
Then to our hearts dark shadows cling,
That bring the silent tear."
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