The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1877-07-22

The beautiful gates OF pearl stoo,
,,rt way open A tired, weary It'll
Gra peerel eagerly through The seen,
I.,ond is 10 inviting to the sick baby
uiIrsprrading trees cool, shadl
.,ream-, on whose banks hosts Of litl,
children were sporting hrightwingeo
birds filled che mir with their happ,
songs. sweet lovely flowers send out d
wealth Of hoalth,giyng perfume on
ycy breeze everything so beautiful
So Ie,tlul no hot sunshine, mo- dark
clouds. no lrghtlul beasts, no sickness,
no more anguish of little bodies, no
more tired little ieet--no wonder the
little one took step nearer But the
nnulshed prayer Of the stricken mother
went up 10 the oNr of the AllMercllul
Lover Of little children, and baby was
SHARED to earth yet another twelve,
month
Last Sabbath morn, bright and beau.
timl though the day was, the old an,
puish and racking pain seized the frail
little form suddenly, and again she
stood beside the half open gates and
gazed within, The dear loving Saviour
looked upon her in pity and IN dove
smiled upon and babe her come unto
him and rest. She paused few short
hours, racked with all the miseries of
earth, and then without moan turned
and fed away from earth and all its
ills. The gates opened wide, and little
Bonnie entered into the beautiful
home prepared for her, where every Joy
AVID pleasure will be hers
The gates are closed We stand
without and weep and mourn, but she
is happy All what can ever I'LL the
vacancy here in her home-in the
breaking heart of the tender
mother whose burden of sorrow
was already almost more than
she could bear Oh the void
in the now desolate life of tender and
devoted father, whose greatest Joy was
to watch the precious bud unfold into
the perfect flower, All the loneliness
of the many hearts that miss her bright
little face and loving ways for she was
q lavorite,
The closing of those gates upon that
little form left more than one home
sad and desoate two homes here
whore the sound Of little pattering feet
will come no more, the music of prat. !
Ting tongue never more be heard, and |
still another home across the blue wa
tiers of the gulf will be saddened and |
borcayed when the news is borne |
to them.
Shall we who loved her ever so much |
ever see her again. Yes surely if we
live right we will meet again. Her lit.
tie white hands are reckoning us all
upward now, and amidst the angels
songs we may almost hear her one sweet
earthly songs, assuring us we shall meet
"By and by
Mother cling close to the cross, and
follow on. You will meet your darling
up there where she is now ready to give
you glad welcome. Father, your little
daughter will be waiting and watch
ing for you beside the beautiful gate,
as she used to wait and watch here.
Don't disappoint the dear baby, but go
to her. The pale lovely moon shines
down calmly and peacefully upon the
little bed Of our darling in yon silent
city,. 1t seemed hard to leave her
there ALL all alone in the shadows OF
the mourniul cedars, but naught can
harm or fright her now-angels will
guard her sleeping dust. There let our
dead and our beautiful rest May we
al who loved her so much find the
gates wide open when our journey is
over, and dear little Bonnie Nichols"
Waiting and watching to welcome us all
lome. Il.