LITTLE LIBBIE - Sidney Lanier Poems

 
 

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LITTLE LIBBIE

One more little spirit to Heaven has flown,
    To dwell in that mansion above,
Where dear little angels, together roam,
    In God's everlasting love.

One little flower has withered and died,
    A bud near ready to bloom,
Its life on earth is marked with pride;
    Oh, sad it should die so soon.

Sweet little Libbie, that precious flower
    Was a pride in her parents' home,
They miss their little girl every hour,
    Those friends that are left to mourn.

Her sweet silvery voice no more is heard
    In the home where she once roamed;
Her place is vacant around the hearth,
    Where her friends are mourning lone.

They are mourning the loss of a little girl,
    With black eyes and auburn hair,
She was a treasure to them in this world,
    This beautiful child so fair.

One morning in April, a short time ago,
    Libbie was active and gay;
Her Savior called her, she had to go,
    E're the close of that pleasant day.

While eating dinner, this dear little child
    Was choked on a piece of beef.
Doctors came, tried their skill awhile,
    But none could give relief.

She was ten years of age, I am told,
    And in school stood very high.
Her little form now the earth enfolds,
    In her embrace it must ever lie.

Her friends and schoolmates will not forget
    Little Libbie that is no more;
She is waiting on the shining step,
    To welcome home friends once more.