One more little spirit to Heaven has flown, <br />To dwell in that mansion above, <br />Where dear little angels, together roam, <br />In God's everlasting love. <br /> <br />One little flower has withered and died, <br />A bud near ready to bloom, <br />Its life on earth is marked with pride; <br />Oh, sad it should die so soon. <br /> <br />Sweet little Libbie, that precious flower <br />Was a pride in her parents' home, <br />They miss their little girl every hour, <br />Those friends that are left to mourn. <br /> <br />Her sweet silvery voice no more is heard <br />In the home where she once roamed; <br />Her place is vacant around the hearth, <br />Where her friends are mourning lone. <br /> <br />They are mourning the loss of a little girl, <br />With black eyes and auburn hair, <br />She was a treasure to them in this world, <br />This beautiful child so fair. <br /> <br />One morning in April, a short time ago, <br />Libbie was active and gay; <br />Her Saviour called her, she had to go, <br />E're the close of that pleasant day. <br /> <br />While eating dinner, this dear little child <br />Was choked on a piece of beef. <br />Doctors came, tried their skill awhile, <br />But none could give relief. <br /> <br />She was ten years of age, I am told, <br />And in school stood very high. <br />Her little form now the earth enfolds, <br />In her embrace it must ever lie. <br /> <br />Her friends and schoolmates will not forget <br />Little Libbie that is no more; <br />She is waiting on the shining step, <br />To welcome home friends once more.<br /><br />Julia A Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-libbie/
