STARLIGHT.
His soul does not lie in the dark, cold grave,
His pure little spirit has flown up above,
Has gone to the home "of the King of kings,"
Where our little lamb as an angel sings:
And there, when life and its trials are passed,
May parents and children all meet at last!
His pure little spirit has flown up above,
Has gone to the home "of the King of kings,"
Where our little lamb as an angel sings:
And there, when life and its trials are passed,
May parents and children all meet at last!
