<i>Air -- "The Pride of Caldair"</i> <br /> <br /> <br />Once there was a little girl <br />And her friends loved her dear -- <br />Her parents loved their little one, <br />She did their hearts cheer. <br />They loved their little darling, <br />As with them she did roam, <br />They called her little Susan, <br />The pride of their home. <br /> <br />Blue eyes had little Susan, <br />And light flaxen hair, <br />And she was a pleasant child to see, <br />So beautiful and fair. <br />With her parents she will never more <br />On earth with them roam -- <br />They loved their little Susan, <br />The pride of their home. <br /> <br />Her parents had more children, <br />There were nine of them all -- <br />There are eight of them living, <br />For God but one called. <br />The flower of their family <br />God called to his home, <br />It was their little Susan, <br />The pride of their home. <br /> <br />Her friends will not forget her, <br />Though she died years ago -- <br />It was John H. Moore's daughter, <br />Her age was four years old. <br />She is waiting in heaven, <br />Waiting for her friends to come <br />And be with their little Susan, <br />The pride of their home.<br /><br />Julia A Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-susan/
