By: Ardis E. Parshall - October 24, 2016 From the Juvenile Instructor, 1 July 1905 — .. For the sake of search engines: Peace to thee, little one, Gone from our fold;Quickly thy race was run, Thy story told.Peace to the hearts that mourn,Sadly bereft and torn,Christ hath all sorrows borne —God’s will be done. Let not our hearts remain, ‘Neath the cold sod,Where thy fair form is lain; Leads unto God,Where thy pure spirit bright,B...
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