Grand Haven Evening Tribune  September 26, 1894


upon the death of little B

LOUTIT, the only daughter of Mr. and

Mrs. William H. Loutit, of this city.


I know you must be weeping

And suffering with pain,

For darling Blanche is sleeping,

The sleep that wakes again;

But she has only closed her eyes

To look on fairer, brighter skies.


I know your tears are falling

As fast as summer rain;

And hearts bereaved are calling

The dear one all in vain;

That something pure, sweet and fond,

Has vanished in the great beyond.


I know you must be thinking,

And thoughts are coming fast;

That memory is linking

The present with the past;

That lovely past so full of bliss,

Since you received her fist sweet kiss.


I know the fond caresses

You give that vacant chair,

And all the little dresses,

The darling used to wear!

How they remind you of the past

Too sweet and beautiful to last!


It may be in your dreaming,

You see that pretty face;

And in that blissful seeming,

May clasp that form of grace;

And catch upon that forehead fair

The glint and glow of golden hair.


Though death has thus bereft you,

Consoling thoughts remain;

Blanche has not wholly left you.

She will return again!

A little cherub oft will be

With folded wings upon your knee.


And what a tearful pleasure,

To feel and understand,

That she is still your treasure,

Though in the spirit land!

And that you’ll meet her on the shore,

Where hearts will grieve and ache no more!


Grand Haven, Mich., Sept. 13, 1894.



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