In Loving Memory Of — Baby Anna Jane M’Kenzie
She came like a ray of the morning sun,
Like the gleam of a meteor at night,
To gladden our hearts and fill them with joy,
And her advent was hailed with delight.
As the fleecy cloud so pure and white,
Or the snow by the tempest driven,
Was her tiny form, in its perfect mould,
In her eyes was the light of Heaven.
Too good and pure for this world of strife,
Where virtue is often a name;
She was borne away by the Angel of Love
To the realms from whence she came.
No parents’ love could keep this child,
Nor grandmother’s tender care:
No setting had earth for such a flower
So angelic, so lovely, so fair.