Darling Edna May — (To Mr. and Mrs. Poindexter)
How sad was this Christmas,
Though for some ’twas a happy day,
But mourns a mother and father
For their darling Edna May.
But she’s gone on into glory
To soar the golden way,
She knows no sorrow like mother and father
For their darling Edna May.
Though on and on through the distant years,
When mother and father are old and gray,
Christmas brings saddest memories
Of their darling Edna May.