A wonderful cousin, a beautiful friend;
a “big sister” with dress up clothes, make up, new hair styles, red shoes and all, for all us younger cousins who played grown up with her while we were young. We love you. We will see you soon. Meet us at the gate!
Sleep my child and peace attend thee,
Guardian angels God will send thee,
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and vale in slumber sleeping;
While the moon her watch is keeping,
And the weary world is sleeping,
O’er thy spirit gently stealing,
Visions of delight revealing,
Breathes a pure and holy feeling
All through the night.
Hark! a solemn bell is ringing,
Clear through the night!
Thou my love toward heaven winging,
Earthly dust from off thee shaken,
Soul immortal shall thou awaken,
With thy last dim journey taken,
Home through through the night.
Sleep my child and peace attend thee,
Guardian angels God will send thee,
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and vale in slumber sleeping;
While the moon her watch is keeping,
And the weary world is sleeping,
O’er thy spirit gently stealing,
Visions of delight revealing,
Breathes a pure and holy feeling
All through the night.
Hark! a solemn bell is ringing,
Clear through the night!
Thou my love toward heaven winging,
Earthly dust from off thee shaken,
Soul immortal shall thou awaken,
With thy last dim journey taken,
Home through through the night.
A wonderful cousin, a beautiful friend;
a “big sister” with dress up clothes, make up, new hair styles, red shoes and all, for all us younger cousins who played grown up with her while we were young. We love you. We will see you soon. Meet us at the gate!
Sleep my child and peace attend thee,
Guardian angels God will send thee,
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and vale in slumber sleeping;
While the moon her watch is keeping,
And the weary world is sleeping,
O’er thy spirit gently stealing,
Visions of delight revealing,
Breathes a pure and holy feeling
All through the night.
Hark! a solemn bell is ringing,
Clear through the night!
Thou my love toward heaven winging,
Earthly dust from off thee shaken,
Soul immortal shall thou awaken,
With thy last dim journey taken,
Home through through the night.
Sleep my child and peace attend thee,
Guardian angels God will send thee,
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and vale in slumber sleeping;
While the moon her watch is keeping,
And the weary world is sleeping,
O’er thy spirit gently stealing,
Visions of delight revealing,
Breathes a pure and holy feeling
All through the night.
Hark! a solemn bell is ringing,
Clear through the night!
Thou my love toward heaven winging,
Earthly dust from off thee shaken,
Soul immortal shall thou awaken,
With thy last dim journey taken,
Home through through the night.