Julia A. Moore

The Sweet Singer of Michigan



LITTLE CHARLIE HADES

Little Charlie Hades has gone
      To dwell with God above,
Where live the little angel throng
      In perfect peace and love.
His little spirit now is free,
      Free from all earthly pain;
His little form no more can be
      In the bright earth again.

His little life was short on earth,
      Being but three years old;
His little form so full of mirth,
      Now the cold earth enfold.
In her embrace she gently keeps
      His form she calls her own,
There sweetly sleeping his last sleep,
      Quietly all alone.

His laughing eyes of violet blue,
      Are closed in deep repose;
His curly hair of coal black hue,
      His little head inclose.
In beauty he was bright and fair,
      He was his friends' delight;
They miss his footsteps everywhere,
      From morning until night.

That innocent voice full of glee,
      On earth is heard no more;
That precious soul from sin is free,
      And will be evermore.
His parents mourn for Charlie dear,
      Their loving little one;
And oft times they will shed a tear
      For their little infant son.


Reprinted from The Sweet Singer of Michigan: Poems by Mrs. Julia A. Moore ,
ed. Walter Blair (Chicago: Pascal Covici, 1928).
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