Glen Otto White 1883-1890

WHITE

Posted By: Volunteer - Karen DaPra
Date: 10/2/2001 at 01:13:46

Glen Otto White, son of Mr. and Mrs. Henry White died at the home of his parents, of tonsilitis, in his eighth year. He was born February 28, 1883, and died, Aug. 2, 1890, at his home near Anson. Little Glen was a faithful obedient child, unusually bright and sunny in his temperament, loving and affectionate in his nature so that he won all hearts at once and was the pride and light of the home. He suffered intensely during the whole time of his sickness of 5 or 6 days and even till the last moment. His mind was clear and he realized he was going to die. He kissed papa, and mama and all the rest present and told them he was going home to be with Jesus to whom every night he had been accustomed to lift up his heart and voice in prayer. Funeral services were conducted by Rev. B. M. Boydston Sunday afternoon at 3 P. M.

Dear little hands I loved them so!
And now they are lying under the snow;
Under the snow, so cold and white,
I cannot see them or touch them tonight.
They are quiet and still at last, ah me!
How busy and restless they used to be!
But now they can never reach up through the snow;
Dear little hands, I loved them so.

Dear little hands, I miss them so!
All through the day, wherever I go
All through the night how lonely it seems,
For no little hands wake me out of my dreams.
I miss them all through the weary hours,
I miss them as others miss sunshine and flowers;
Day-time or night-time, wherever I go,
Dear little hands, I miss them so!

Dear little hands, they have gone from me now,
Never again will they rest on my brow,
Never again smooth my sorrowful face,
Never more clasp me in childish embrace
And now my forehead grows wrinkled with care,
Thinking of the little hands once resting there;
But I know, in a happier, heavenly clime,
Dear little hands, I will clasp you sometime.

Dear little hands, when the master shall call,
I'll welcome the summons that comes to us all;
When my feet touch the waters so dark and so cold,
And I catch my first glimpse of the city of gold,
If I keep my eye fixed on the heavenly gate
Over the tide where the white robed once wait.
Shall I know you, I wonder, among the bright hands?
Will you beckon me over, oh! dear little hands?

(Photocopy of this obit is located on page 23 of Obit Book A found in the Van Buren County, IA Genealogical Society's collection at the Keosauqua Public Library in October 1999. Name and date of newspaper not given.) ORIGINAL POST 02 Nov 1999.

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