Grand Haven Evening Tribune September 26, 1894
upon the death of little BLANCH
LOUTIT, the only daughter of Mr. and
Mrs. William H. Loutit, of this city.
BY DAVID FLETCHER HUNTON.
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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