Air -- "Mount Vernon"
by Julia Ann Moore
Dearest Minnie, she has left us,
In this world of grief and woe,
But 'tis God that has bereft us,
He called her little soul to go.
Minnie's gone to dwell in heaven,
Where bright little angels reign.
Her little soul has reached a haven
Where there is no grief and pain.
God will bless his little treasurers,
One by one, that come to Him;
Though she has left this world forever,
We will put our trust in Him.
Oh! we loved our little dear one,
It's no human tongue can tell --
God has called her to come to him,
Yet he doeth all things well.
Oh! 'twas hard for us to leave her
In her little grave so low --
Leave that little silent sleeper,
But 'tis there we all must go.
Oh! we miss our little treasure,
And her loss we deeply feel --
When we think she's gone forever,
Tears there from our eyes will steal.