PUBLISHED NOVEMBER 15, 1878

On November 10th in the 1st ward of New Castle, Zeldie, youngest daughter of the late J.D & L.R FORREST in the 11th year of her age.

Our babe! Alas! she is no longer ours, God sent His silent gardener one day
To cull a posy of earth's rarest flowers;
Moving at leisure among love's brightest bowers,
He pansed to pluck our lily from her spray.

The tender petals closed around the fair,
Sweet heart, all innocence & purity
We saw our blossom droop & pleaded "spare!"
A soft voice, floating earthward through the air
Breathed "Be resigned: it is the Lord's decree."

Resigned, because we knew she was not lost,
Resigned because we knew our bud of love,
(When the dark boundary of death was crossed,
And God had wiped away the clinging frost,)
Would bloom for ages in heaven's tower above.

Here is a ringlet of our darlings hair,
Soft as the softest silk, and the golden bright
As sunshine shimmering through summer air,
And here is a likeness of our floweret fair
Who blossoms now in the realms that know no night.

The days seem so dull, however bright the sun,
And we mournful now whoerst were gay
But we will hope until our lives are done,
That we in heaven will see our little one
Blossoming on a pure celestial spray.