Thou art gone from my gaze,             
   Like a beautiful dream;
I have sought thee in vain,
   By the meadows and streams.

Oft I breathe thy dear name
   To the winds passing by:
But thy sweet voice is mute
   To my bosom's lone sigh.

In the stillness of night,
   When the stars mildly shine,
My heart fondly holds
   Sweet communion with thine.

For wherever I am
   Or you may there be,
My thoughts dearest Alvin
   Are ever on thee.

O, that I had died thy death
   And borne the cruel pain;
Yes, I could die a thousand deaths
   To be with thee again.

Twas right that I should stay, dear boy,
   Twas right that thou shouldest go;
God never meant a heart like thine,
   Should taste such bitter woe.

Thou wast a dear and loving boy
   With a heart most true and kind,
Twas not right it should ever feel
   The grief that is bursting mine.

Dear Angel Boy, we soon shall meet
   Upon the other shore,
Where sickness, sorrow, pain, and death
   Shall never rob us more.


Composed by the mother of Alvin McKnight and placed on a memorial 
headstone at the place of his accidental death on October 17, 1871. 
His body was interred at the Sand Ridge Graveyard.

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