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From: Lisa Perry <>
Subject: [MOMONROE] NBC: Forrest
Date: Sun, 14 Jul 2002 14:51:50 -0400


Undated poem; original source unknown. Extracted from the newspaper
article collection started in 1879 by Mrs. Nannie Brown of Madison,
Missouri.



In Memory of Miss Annie Forrest

Died February 12, 1887.

-------------------------

By Miss Mary Skees



"You have left me, loved Annie,

Now the days can never come;

For we had so earnestly planned

O, so many when I would return home.

Yes, when my school tern ended,

Back to home again I'd be,

Many hours we would spend together,

Both so happy, gay and free.



The time has come, bringing sorrow,

Sad, sad sorrow fills my heart;

Finding you not here to greet me,

This, no, not the happy spot.

In its stead are lonely places

That can never be filled again;

And the bosom of that Mary,

Signing constantly with pain.



When I go to Mass of Sundays,

And devotional hours are o'er,

None would be the first to greet me,

Like Annie, at that lov'd church door.

Then for home each would start,

Side by side with mirthful hearts,

Dreaming of future or some happy past,

Knowing they could not always last.



So humbly have we prayed,

Begging God for his aid

To guide each, for he knew best,

That together we may rest.

But oh! so soon the time has come,

That she has left me all alone;

Showing that the day will be,

I too, will have to follow thee.



Each day has its duty,

And all are governed by that hand;

That when we are fit for calling,

Called to that other land

So often we are not ready,

Ready for that great change,

When before we think, we are lifeless,

Dying in such woeful pain.



Be like dear loved Annie,

When she knew that she must go

Waited gladly for the moment

When she would be as pure as snow

Like an angel, she was watching,

Waiting for her guardian's flutter

To say good-bye to all her loved ones,

And do not weep Father and Mother.



For soon I'll greet you beyond the skies,

Where your parents shall gain your prize

And constantly stand with harp in hand,

Playing sweet welcome with our band.

There no more parting will we habe,

And no trials, nor sickness as we lived;

But wearing crowns of most costly gems,

And harps accompanying hymms.



Now heavenly morn has just begun,

Trust in God for our absent one;

His love will guide our steps with care,

'Till we meet at home, in a land more fair.

Yes; faith in Him will make us strong,

Always guiding from the wrong;

And in temptations evil hour,

It cannot gain the least of power.



During my duty from your grave away,

Dear Annie, I'll place what will stay;

My loved angels, so pure and white

To guard you through the silent night.

When I return to speak in prayer,

I'll find these that I place there,

With down cast eyes and bent knee

With me praying to meet beyond the sea.



Yes, I hope the God above me,

Showering blessings on my head,

May teach me a better lesson

Than my heart has ever read.

A lesson pure and holy,

That will make the years to come

So full of generous thoughts and deeds,

That heaven will be my home."



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printed or recorded media, CD, etc. without specific written permission
from Kathleen Wilham. Although public information is not in and of
itself copyrightable, the format in which it is presented,
transcriptions, notes & comments, etc. is. It is however, quite
permissible to print or save the files to a personal computer for
personal use only. Permission is granted to public libraries, and
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their patrons.



Kathleen Wilham

2 Sharon Drive

Shelbina, MO. 63468-1562








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