Little Charlie Hades has gone <br />To dwell with God above, <br />Where live the little angel throng <br />In perfect peace and love. <br />His little spirit now is free, <br />Free from all earthly pain; <br />His little form no more can be <br />In the bright earth again. <br /> <br />His little life was short on earth, <br />Being but three years old; <br />His little form so full of mirth, <br />Now the cold earth enfold. <br />In her embrace she gently keeps <br />His form she calls her own, <br />There sweetly sleeping his last sleep, <br />Quietly all alone. <br /> <br />His laughing eyes of violet blue, <br />Are closed in deep repose; <br />His curly hair of coal black hue, <br />His little head inclose. <br />In beauty he was bright and fair, <br />He was his friends' delight; <br />They miss his footsteps everywhere, <br />From morning until night. <br /> <br />That innocent voice full of glee, <br />On earth is heard no more; <br />That precious soul from sin is free, <br />And will be evermore. <br />His parents mourn for Charlie dear, <br />Their loving little one; <br />And oft times they will shed a tear <br />For their little infant son.<br /><br />Julia A Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-charlie-hades/
