In Memory Dell Chandler
The following lines are in memory of little Dell, son of T. J. and Jennie Chandler, who died March 24, 1894; aged three years and seven months:
Our family circle now is broken
One, we dearly loved is gone.
Father, mother, brother sister,
For that dear one sadly mourn.
How we miss the little Darling,
None but God, can ever know.
Loved by all who ever knew him;
Loving all he chanced to know.
In the prime of infant pleasure.
God, this treasure, called His own.
Now, he joins, the Ransomed Chorus,
With the angels, round His throne.
Though our hearts are sorely aching,
Though a shadow fills our home,
In heaven again we hope to meet him
Where parting is unknown.
Farewell, Dell, Peaceful be they slumbers while heaven records thy name.
Father and Mother
