Tis sad are the sighs for the absence I have. And sad are my tears though tis fruitless to grieve. Yet oft through the dark mist of sorrow I see. In fancy my Clarra still smiling on me.
Daughter of E. and R. Buttler
Aged 1 year 12 days
Daughter of E. and R. Buttler
Aged 1 year and 12 days