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Show Page 206 for she had lost during the winter her infant Marian Agnes, a daughter Orson never saw. Perhaps she showed her husband some verses on parchment, composed by her friend, Eliza R. Snow: "Lines for Mrs. Marian R. Pratt on the Death of her little child A precious jewel has withdrawn A jewel richly dear A royal gem from Earth has gone And left the casket hear A fondly cherished tender flower Most delicetely fair Has gone to grace a holier bow'r And bloom in purer air That lovely babe so sweet and fair So sinless and so pure Has gone where holy angels are Where happiness is sure That child is not within the tomb It is not wrapt in sleep Such loveliness Death's icy gloom Holds not the power to keep Dust unto dust the Earth received And treasures up its own But yet that darling baby lives In paradise she's known Her Noble spirit daigned to come But could not long remain Ere she recalled to her high home Rejoined the blest again Great Salt Lake City, December, 1853 E R Snow (exquise this Martha as it is lat and I cannot see very well to write at Night my eyes are week) 39 |