Died, Sunday, January 12, 1908, Flossie Abel, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. P. K. Abel, aged 2 years, 6 months.
Again has the death angel entered the sorely bereaved home and called a second member of the little flock. A sweet child, "beautiful as sweet, and young as beautiful." Amid the deep waves of sorrow in this second visitation, comes the thought of the poet:
"There is a reaper whose name is Death,
And with his sickle keen
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between."
The tiny flower, in its loveliness, sweetness, and brightness has been transplanted into the garden of paradise where it shall shed its fragrance and beauty forevermore, undimmed by the flight of the ages.
Published in The Southern Sentinel (Winnfield, LA), Friday, January 17, 1908
Again has the death angel entered the sorely bereaved home and called a second member of the little flock. A sweet child, "beautiful as sweet, and young as beautiful." Amid the deep waves of sorrow in this second visitation, comes the thought of the poet:
"There is a reaper whose name is Death,
And with his sickle keen
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between."
The tiny flower, in its loveliness, sweetness, and brightness has been transplanted into the garden of paradise where it shall shed its fragrance and beauty forevermore, undimmed by the flight of the ages.
Published in The Southern Sentinel (Winnfield, LA), Friday, January 17, 1908
Died, Sunday, January 12, 1908, Flossie Abel, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. P. K. Abel, aged 2 years, 6 months.
Again has the death angel entered the sorely bereaved home and called a second member of the little flock. A sweet child, "beautiful as sweet, and young as beautiful." Amid the deep waves of sorrow in this second visitation, comes the thought of the poet:
"There is a reaper whose name is Death,
And with his sickle keen
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between."
The tiny flower, in its loveliness, sweetness, and brightness has been transplanted into the garden of paradise where it shall shed its fragrance and beauty forevermore, undimmed by the flight of the ages.
Published in The Southern Sentinel (Winnfield, LA), Friday, January 17, 1908
Again has the death angel entered the sorely bereaved home and called a second member of the little flock. A sweet child, "beautiful as sweet, and young as beautiful." Amid the deep waves of sorrow in this second visitation, comes the thought of the poet:
"There is a reaper whose name is Death,
And with his sickle keen
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between."
The tiny flower, in its loveliness, sweetness, and brightness has been transplanted into the garden of paradise where it shall shed its fragrance and beauty forevermore, undimmed by the flight of the ages.
Published in The Southern Sentinel (Winnfield, LA), Friday, January 17, 1908
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Her grave marker is inscribed with a death date of January 13, 1908.
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