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• Fondly loved and deeply mourned
  Heart of my heart, I miss you so;
  Often, my darling, my tears flow,
  Dimming your picture before my eyes,
  But never the one in my heart that lies.
  The stars seem dim as I whisper low,
  My darling boy, I miss you so.
• A bud the Gardener gave us,
  A pure and lovely child,
  He gave it to our keeping,
  To cherish undefiled.
  And just as it was opening
  To the glory of the day,
  Down came the Heavenly Father,
  And took our bud away.
• Before the throne of God,
  Thousands of children stand,
  Children whose sins are all forgiven,
  A holy, happy band.
  Up there among the throng,
  Our little (name) stands,
  Waiting for us to join him,
  In that holy, happy land.
• Thoughts wander as daylight fades
  To the land of long ago.
  Memory paints the scenes of old
  In the gold of the twilight glow.
  We seem to see in the dim light
  A face we loved the best,
  And think of her when sun’s ray
  Goes down in the far-off west.
• Along the road to yesterday
  That leads us straight to you,
  Are memories of the happy days
  Together we once knew.
  And always every evening
  We seem to have a way
  Of wandering back to meet you
  On the road to yesterday.
• There is a family who misses you
  And finds time long since you went.
  We think of you daily and hourly,
  But try to be brave and content.
  Tears that we shed are in silence,
  And we breath a sigh of regret,
  For you were ours, and we remember,
  Though all the world forget.
• We are sad within our memory,
  Lonely are our hearts today;
  For the one we loved so dearly
  Has forever been called away;
  We think of her in silence,
  No eye can see us weep,
  But many silent tears are shed,
  When others are asleep.
• Though tears in my eyes do not glisten,
  And my face is not always sad,
  There is never a night or morning
  But I think of the mother I had.
  Not a day do I forget you
  In my heart you are always here,
  For I loved you and miss you
  As it ends the second year.
• Just a thought of sweet remembrance,
  Just a memory fond and true,
  Just a token of affection
  And a heartache still for you.
  More each day we miss you,
  Though our thoughts are not revealed,
  Little do they know the sorrow
  That is within our hearts concealed.
• There is a home not made by hands,
  Beyond its golden door
  Awaits the one who’s now away,
  Not lost just gone before.
  And in that home not made by hands
  The Master will prepare
  A place for us, and when he calls
  We’ll meet our loved ones there.
• No morning dawns, no night returns,
  But that we think of you.
  Those left behind are very good,
  But none replaces you.
  Many a silent tear is shed
  When we are all alone;
  The one we loved so very much,
  The one we call our own.
• Our hearts are like a memory book
  Its pages Mother dear
  Hold all the loving thoughts of you
  Recorded year by year.
  A book of golden yesterdays,
  Bound with love and care
  A rare edition Mother dear
  Because you’re treasured there.

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