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About 1910

…I was still lamenting the loss of our little Nelda [2 January 1913] and considered a little poem that I had written four years before for Thomas Ransom’s in commemoration of their little [one] as most appropriate for ourselves at this time:

Our Little Bird

One of our birds has gone away; it has flown away from our breast.

One little bird has gone from us; it has flown from the dear home nest.

It’s not lost, this beautiful bird, this beautiful bird of ours,

Tis gone to the land of the bright sunshine, gone to the land of flowers.

Down in our nest we sheltered it, safely under our wing;

Tenderly there we guarded it, then we bid our sweet birdie sing;

But the blasts of winter blew cold, and dark was the dismal rain,

Tho we held her close ‘neath our breast, our loved one quivered with pain.

When we saw that she was suffering, then we bid our sweet bird go;

We weep, not because she is lost to us, but because we love her so.

She has gone to the realm of the warm sunshine, gone to the land of rest;

There ’mid the beautiful flowers, she will build for us all a dear nest.

When the time comes for departing, swiftly we’ll take our wing

And we’ll wend our way to the beautiful land, where the birds forever sing,

When we have left our nest, our little nest here below,

We will all enter into the Heavenly Realm of the One who loves us so.

(Monroe, Utah—Written in remembrance of Thos. Ransom’s little girl. She died in about 1912)