Schellenger, Lucy Lillian 1859 - 1860

SCHELLENGER

Posted By: Janice Sowers (email)
Date: 4/9/2005 at 15:54:50

NEW OREGON PLAIN DEALER March 16, 1860 P2 C4

DIED--In New Oregon, March 13th, Lucy Lillian, only child of Charles G. and Louraine Schellenger, aged 11 months and 24 days.

Close her eyelids-press them gently
O're the dead and leaden eyes,
For the soul that made them lovely.
Hath returned unto the skies,
Wipe the death-drop from her forehead,
Save one dear, one golden tress,
Fold her icy hands all meekly,
Smooth the little snowy dress;
Scatter flowers, o'er her pillow--
Gentle flowers, so pure and white--
Lay the bud upon her bosom,
There--now softly say, Good-night.

Though our tears flow fast and faster,
Yet we would not call her back,
We are glad her feet no longer
Tread life's rough and thorny track;
We are glad our Heavenly Father
Took her while her heart was pure,
We are glad he did not leave her
All life's trials to endure;
We are glad--and yet the tear-drop
Falleth; for, alas we know
That our fireside will be lonely,
We shall miss our darling so.

While the twillight shadows gather,
We shall wait in vain to feel
Little arms, all white and dimpled,
Round our neck so softly steal;
Our wet check will miss the pressure
Of sweet lips so warm and red,
And our bosom sadly, sadly,
Miss that darling little head
Which was wont to rest there sweetly,
And those golden eyes so bright,
We shall miss their loving glances,
We shall miss their soft Good-night.

Well--what matter? It is only
The clay-dress our darling wore;
God hath robed her as an angel,
She hath need of this no more,
Fold her hands and o'er her pillow
Scatter flowers all pure and white,
Kiss the marble brow and whisper,
Once again a last Good-night.