In everlasting love.
But I cannot feel that she is gone
So far, so far away;
For her little heart close to my own
Keeps beating day by day.
LITTLE THEODORE.
Lay them in his little hand;—
He will know,—and understand.
Darling, shall we meet again,
In everlasting love.
But I cannot feel that she is gone
So far, so far away;
For her little heart close to my own
Keeps beating day by day.
Lay them in his little hand;—
He will know,—and understand.
Darling, shall we meet again,