He has gone and left us.
He’s sleeping now beneath the clay;
Oh, ‘tis lonely here for us,
Since little Charley went away.
Oh, we miss his loving voice,
and the pattering of his little feet;
As he would come along our pathway
With that smile always so sweet.
His suffering is now over,
Which was so hard to bear;
And now he’s resting peacefully,
In that land so sweet and fair.
Dear ones, do not weep for Charley,
For he’s happy in that land;
Ans his voice floats out sweetly,
Singing in the angel band.
He’s now waiting across the river,
Where there is no setting sun;
Watching for the loved ones left behind.
As they are gathered in one by one.
Let us all be true to Jesus,
Till this life on earth is o’er;
then we’ll meet with little Charley,
Ne’er to part from him more.
--Eula Welch
From the front page of the Franklin Press, Macon County, N.C., Friday, Sept. 5, 1924
newspapers.digitalnc.org/lccn/sn92074069/1924-09-05/ed-1/seq-1/#words=September+2%2C+1924
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