Our First Lost

 Two little waxen hands,
Folded soft and silently
Two little curtained eyes
Look our no more for me
Two little snowy cheeks,
Dimple-dinted nevermore;
Two little trodden shoes,
That will never touch the floor.

Two little snowy wings
Softly flutter to and fro;
Two tiny childish hands
Beckon still to me below;
Two tender angel eyes
Watch me ever earnestly;
Through the loopholes of the stars
Baby’s looking out for me.

Title:  Our First Lost
Author: Unknown
Location: Unknown
Year:  Unknown
Media:  Newspaper article, glued to Page 174 of the Ledger of Captain W. B. Blair

 
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