In Memoriam.
Henry Zurborg aged seven years died of diphtheria, Jan. 10, 1895 after a short illness. Henry was a bright interesting child; his kind cheerful disposition made him a universal favorite. God in his wisdom has taken little Henry to his bright home ere his spirit was defiled by sin. Why should we mourn when we know he is happy in his Heavenly Father's home, where sin and sorrow never come.
The wind through forest is blowing,
There is frost over hilltop and plain,
The flowers ares asleep like our darling,
They will waken in springtime again.
Yes up where the flowers ever blossom,
Where never a cold wind is known,
Where angels of love sweetly hover,
His eyes opened on his bright home.
God saw his foot steps falter,
When his heart grew weak and faint,
He marked when his strength was failing,
And listened to each complaint.
Weary with life our dear one,
Longed for the day lights close;
God called him from his labor,
To home and its sweet repose.
Weep not that his toils are over,
That for him has set life's sun;
God grant we may meet little Henry,
When our work like his is done.
A FRIEND.
Knox County Democrat
Edina, Missouri
January 17, 1895
Henry Zurborg aged seven years died of diphtheria, Jan. 10, 1895 after a short illness. Henry was a bright interesting child; his kind cheerful disposition made him a universal favorite. God in his wisdom has taken little Henry to his bright home ere his spirit was defiled by sin. Why should we mourn when we know he is happy in his Heavenly Father's home, where sin and sorrow never come.
The wind through forest is blowing,
There is frost over hilltop and plain,
The flowers ares asleep like our darling,
They will waken in springtime again.
Yes up where the flowers ever blossom,
Where never a cold wind is known,
Where angels of love sweetly hover,
His eyes opened on his bright home.
God saw his foot steps falter,
When his heart grew weak and faint,
He marked when his strength was failing,
And listened to each complaint.
Weary with life our dear one,
Longed for the day lights close;
God called him from his labor,
To home and its sweet repose.
Weep not that his toils are over,
That for him has set life's sun;
God grant we may meet little Henry,
When our work like his is done.
A FRIEND.
Knox County Democrat
Edina, Missouri
January 17, 1895
In Memoriam.
Henry Zurborg aged seven years died of diphtheria, Jan. 10, 1895 after a short illness. Henry was a bright interesting child; his kind cheerful disposition made him a universal favorite. God in his wisdom has taken little Henry to his bright home ere his spirit was defiled by sin. Why should we mourn when we know he is happy in his Heavenly Father's home, where sin and sorrow never come.
The wind through forest is blowing,
There is frost over hilltop and plain,
The flowers ares asleep like our darling,
They will waken in springtime again.
Yes up where the flowers ever blossom,
Where never a cold wind is known,
Where angels of love sweetly hover,
His eyes opened on his bright home.
God saw his foot steps falter,
When his heart grew weak and faint,
He marked when his strength was failing,
And listened to each complaint.
Weary with life our dear one,
Longed for the day lights close;
God called him from his labor,
To home and its sweet repose.
Weep not that his toils are over,
That for him has set life's sun;
God grant we may meet little Henry,
When our work like his is done.
A FRIEND.
Knox County Democrat
Edina, Missouri
January 17, 1895
Henry Zurborg aged seven years died of diphtheria, Jan. 10, 1895 after a short illness. Henry was a bright interesting child; his kind cheerful disposition made him a universal favorite. God in his wisdom has taken little Henry to his bright home ere his spirit was defiled by sin. Why should we mourn when we know he is happy in his Heavenly Father's home, where sin and sorrow never come.
The wind through forest is blowing,
There is frost over hilltop and plain,
The flowers ares asleep like our darling,
They will waken in springtime again.
Yes up where the flowers ever blossom,
Where never a cold wind is known,
Where angels of love sweetly hover,
His eyes opened on his bright home.
God saw his foot steps falter,
When his heart grew weak and faint,
He marked when his strength was failing,
And listened to each complaint.
Weary with life our dear one,
Longed for the day lights close;
God called him from his labor,
To home and its sweet repose.
Weep not that his toils are over,
That for him has set life's sun;
God grant we may meet little Henry,
When our work like his is done.
A FRIEND.
Knox County Democrat
Edina, Missouri
January 17, 1895
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