Does anybody know who the author is or anything else regarding this first line of a poem?

The internet holds this poem on a site dedicated to babies who suffered a cot death.

We know not why death's frosty fingers,
Touched a soul so sweet,
The story of that little life,
Was brief and incomplete.

And yet God cut the strong green stem,
That held youths opening flower,
And left us only memories,
To fill each empty hour.

We know not why it happened,
But someday will comprehend,
At the gate way of the morning,
Where all our journeys end.

For we know you'll be there waiting,
Waiting for us there,
Young and lovely as you were,
Untouched by age or care.

Thank you: however does anyone know when or who wrote it or where it might be found other than the internet? I am guessing it is post 1923?

Author: ilza (---.162.243.191.sao.ajato.com.br)
Date: 01-06-04 17:32

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Do you think she was the original author or do you think that she copied the poem from elsewhere into her book?

We haven't enough information to say. Many other people shared the same sad situation as this lady, so poems of this nature must have circulated at the time.