Lines for Mrs. Marian R Pratt
On the Death of her little child
A precious jewel has withdrawn
A jewel richly dear
A royal gem from Earth has gone
And left the casket here
A fondly cherished tender flower
Most delicetely fair
Has gone to grace a holier bow’r
And bloom in purer air
That lovely babe so sweet and fair
So sinless and so pure
Has gone where holy angels are
Where happiness is sure
That child is not within the tomb
It is not wrapt in sleep
Such loveliness Death’s icy gloom
Holds not the power to keep
Dust unto Dust the Earth receives
And treasures up its own
But yet that darling baby lives
In Paradise she’s known
Her Noble spirit daigned to come
But could not long remain
Ere she recalled to her high home
Beyond the blest again
Great Salt Lake City Dec 1853
E R Snow
Escquse this Martha as it is late and I cannot see very well to write at Night my eyes are weak
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[Transcribed by Verlie Brown and Erin McAllister; Dec. 2010]