Show to ann n n rutledge ut e g e beloved d of aln lincoln 1 j e F FROM sand ridge farm to concord burial grou ground lid along nith thee that fateful amiguet day they also took thy lover s soul sv ay with thee to lay beneath the somber mound lie he hardly heard the dull depressing sound found caused by the impact of the clods of clay upon L pon thy bier nor could he cry or pray though all he d lost to bich his life was bound HE E SAW thee and the picture crushed his heart alone out there in rain and storm and dark thy cornila cor hair thy mouth thy bright blue e yes eyes that in his hio heart to a flame came had fanned the spark thy memory sweet ann we love and prize fate ne er cir called one to play a sad adder part A nicoll weeber |