Read On the Death of Willie White, Who Was Drowned Sept 21, 1856 of Withered Leaves from Memory's Garland, free online book, by Abigail Stanley Hanna, on ReadCentral.com.

How suddenly this opening flow’r
Was borne from earth away;
In sweeter fragrance to unfold
In realms of endless day.

The angel gaz’d with pitying eye
O’er all life’s devious way;
Then pluming bright his golden wings,
Bore his freed soul away.

Now when you gather round your hearth,
There’s Willie’s vacant chair;
And Willie’s voice of childish mirth,
Is missing every where.

And oft you gaze upon his toys,
’Till weeping eyes grow dim;
You know he cannot come to you,
But you must go to him.

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