| Show in memory aleba alic daughter of mrs abbot born april 9 departed aliis life on december sweet love now death hath set thee free and thy youns libart hath chilled no more we liepe or pray for thee thy mission is lul SHed the buy fiands are folded now the restless feet are stilled no more we have to hope are fear or seek to smooth thy way the angles held thee all so dear they could not let thee stay adlof knowledge all of life was out a brief awaking thou not wait alie noonday noon day strife or evenings sore heat aching dear bleha io bihy ihy little grave whereon the wild blow and shadows softly flit I 1 wonder canet thy know the aching emody sense of pain in hearts eliat loved you so or are thou in that cloudless land where angles anthems rise too far away too changed to hear or heed our longing sighs yet wherefore should we grieve that rest so soon to thee was given that peace is thine for chich so long our hearts have vainly striven |
