Notes:

From Maria Grant McQuaig

In September 1905 Mrs. Hugh McQuaig’s infant child took very ill and only lived two days, so very soon after the death of her sister Mrs. Robt. McQuaig. So Mrs. Hugh McQuaig came to me again with a sad lonely heart and asked me if I could write some verses for her baby boy, so by the help of my Heavenly Father I wrote the following.

In Loving Memory of Vernon Cecil
Infant child of Mr. And Mrs. Hugh McQuaig, Hulbert, Ont., aged three months, died Sept. 1st, 1905.

I
We have not lost our little babe,
He’s only crossed the tidal wave,
He’s only gone to swell the band,
In that holy happy land.

II
He’s just across the other shore,
With hands outstretched,
He beckons us o’er,
Where many friends have gone before.

III
Our little babe so sweet and fair
Has gone to dwell with the angels there,
He wears a robe of purest white,
And dwells in God’s everlasting light.

IV
Our little babe stands at the gate
To welcome father, there he waits,
And brothers too, babe speaks to you.
Make ready now to join our crew.

V
My grandma dear, just look up here,
And see this band at God’s right hand.
Here’s a mansion too, all ready for you,
And a palm, and a robe, and a crown.

VI
Our little babe has crossed the sea,
And calls out mother! come to me,
I’m watching here, both early and late,
To welcome you through the pearly gate.

We have a lamb from sorry free,
Safe, gentle Shepherd, safe with Thee,
A little pledge in mercy given,
So guide our steps the way to heaven.

By – Mrs. Henry McQuaig
Hulbert
Ont.