Nuther
little poet born
To
a world uv scoff an’ scorn;
Born
th’ trustin’ little elf,
Cuz
he couldn’t help himself.
Born
to bless an’ cheer th’ life
Uv
the husband an’ the wife.
Born
to sweeten life an’ all
By
his strange an’ welcome call.
May
that parent up above
Shower
wisdom, truth an’ love
On
the earthly parents who
Guide
those little footsteps through.
Through
a life that all will bless,
Purity
and holiness.
Born
5 AM, June 13, 1892 – Died at 8 o’clock, 3 hours later.
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