Miami Union

April 29, 1865

KREIDER, INA RUBELLA - In Indianapolis on Saturday evening, the 15th inst. half past eight o'clock Ina Rubella, daughter of R. G. and C. Kreider, aged 4 years and 11 days.

                                                                Press the sweet lips together,

                                                                    They've no words no more to say,

                                                                Press the sweet eyes together,

                                                                    They look no love today. 

                                                                Lay the sweet hands together,

                                                                    Swept bonds that no longer enthrall,

                                                                Lay the sweet feet together,

                                                                    They run no more at my call. 

                                                                Put the sweet curls together,

                                                                    They'll glisten no more in the sun;

                                                                Put the sweet curls together,

                                                                    And leave to me only one. 

                                                                Only this, to kiss and to kiss

                                                                    When my heart is like to break,

                                                                Put the sweet curls together,

                                                                    To pillow no more my cheek. 

                                                                Oh, God!  with her earliest breath,

                                                                    I gave her to Thee that morn,

                                                                When close by the gates of death,

                                                                    My own little darling was born! 

                                                                And now to the same dark gate

                                                                    I come with mere sorrow and pain;

                                                                And her with my darling I wait

                                                                    To give her to Thee again!

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