Winchester journal. [volume] (Winchester, Indiana) 1862-1863, 1863-02-06
Communicated Tor the Journal.
LILLE Is DEAD.

Lille Is OcaO OlOWly ana
sadly we repeat the cruel words
over-trying in vain 10 convince
our rebellious hearts that it is al!
for the best; that "God, in His
wisdom, doeth all things WELL"
We cannot see why the little bud
of promise has been cut off we
cry out IN the wickedDess OF our
selfish hearts that it is unjust 1t
is cruel! God grant that we may
learn to say, "Thy will be done. !"
Little Lille is dead! The cheer
less, deserted nursery-room, the
empty crib, the little clothes fold.
ed away, the toys torn and broken
by the little dimpled fingers that
are now so cold in death, all speak
to us plainly of our loss. Our
loss! Yes, our sad loss. Can
it be that the little form We os
loved is colu ia deathp That the
great black eyes OF our baby will
never more beam upon us, full OF
childish love? Will the little
lips never again meet ours IN
kisses, nor the chubby Little hands
smooth away tn e care-marks
from our iaces2 Are we never
more to clasp our babe in our
arms? All, never more never
morel Sadly we have laid her
away, and sadly we weep to-day
when we remember that the cold
clods rest heavy on the little
breast that it would have been
our greatest JOY to SHIELD from all
care down the journey OF ne =
But, alas she has lei; us. She
! II dead-and W. are lett to To. !,
To mourn, and u pray that when
Time, 10 u. IS past, we may
again meet our BABY.
In heart that was learning IN
love Us is dead, and lie TO Us is
gloomy; our staff Is gone and We
grope about In the dark. Pray
God that the ligh: may come to
US. Valnly our hearts were pour
ed out In prayer Tor a few more
months OF the little life that had
become so dea: to us. Nalnly
our arms were thrown around our
little one. Death, with his ICY
hands, came between US, gathered
mold on the heart strings OF out
darling and chilled the life blood.
The black eyes closed, the round
ed cheek grew pale the sweet
lips cold and rigid; the little heart
fiuttered and ceased to beat, the
pure soul went up to God who
gave it," and our baby was dead
Kind friends with aching hearts
robed the perfect form for the last
time, and crossed the little dim
Piled hands in their long rest
Sadly we have followed the
dreaded hearse bearing our dar-
ling form. With breaking hearts
we have listened to the frozen
earth as it ratified harshly down
upon the cofiin-Iid OF our baby.
We have laid her away, our beau.
tiful babe, our earthly idol! and
to-day tie rain and the snow are
falling on her little narrow bed
out in the wild, neglected "CIty
OF the Dead" and in our lonely
nursery stands an empty, useless
crib-useless, but o, how dear
God gave US priceless git when
he sent Us our Lille. For lat
tie W lille she giaddened our
home; then the angels called her
and she lett US. After "a time.
perhaps God will give us the
strength to say, " Thy Will be
done"
The thread OF life was begun
II was hrnil, twisted and looked
IS il il would last forever; bat
1.-The SILVER cord was lopsened anu
the golden bowl broken almost
eelore We dis erned the peril -
Oar lam y circle is broken, on
hone made desolate. our hope
olighied, our baby goae' ard vet
you would bud US say, -" God
ave, and God hath tlkel away,
blessed ! e the name oil IA Lord
ALI, we'll! Il may be thit We shall
earn IN time 10 say II; IN the
meantime. pray God tn / He be
not angerrd Al our rebellion, but
that lie. Ia Ills own good ii 2,
may take u - our loved one who
has egone before ~ l..