Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1882-02-02
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Come Home to Rest.

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rpbed angels lowered around the
g Beautiful Gates Aiar." chanting
= Gene home to rest. Cherubs With
harps are singing Come home to
res" HE guardian angel, who
watched over that death-bed on Jez-
sey's coast jOyfully exclaimed. " Come
home TO rest.
The spirits Of good and great men
who rest under the tree Of Everlast-
ing Life; those who dwell in walls Of
Jaeper tEiumphantly say as the pure
white soul b james = Garfield winged
its fight. /" Brother. come home TO
rest.
Theaged mother anguish has deep
ened the lines on that noble brow, has
bent that tOttering form; an angel
whispers in the mothers heart. "your
boy . comahome TO rest" Ohio, with
her broad bosom bare, q heart torn and
lacerated with sorrow, sends forth q
wall which echoed and re-echoed from
every hill and dale, my sons come
home 70 rest" The gurgling streams
over their pebbly course are murmur-
ing, come home TO rest" The an
CRY, sullen roar of Lake Fries foam
crested waves is hushed; the gentle
ripples on its incoming tide are whis-
pering. 'come home TO rest" Lake
View Cemetery opens wide its portals.
draped with woe, with mute appeal,
come home to rest" The beautiful
Forest City il draped in mourning.
Tear-stained, sad-faced men and wo-
men walk to and fro in sorrow. Ohio
pride and marvel has "come home to
rest"
Yes. yes, James A. Garfield has
gone home to rest.
The American people, irrespective
of creed or politics, with lowed heads
and sorrowful hearts are mourning.
Our friend and defender has gone
home to rest.
The Goddess of Liberty IL weeping.
She holds in her hand a wreath OF
immortelles to encircle that cold brow.
She folds carefully around that wasted
form the STARRY Banner" She says,
in voicesbroken with emotion, "well
done, good and faithful servant; thou
hast been true to thy trust.
The great. warm heart is cold-the
restless hands are still. That voice
which has so often been heard in the
great debates in Congress is hushed-
nevermofe will his tongue thrill M
with its eloquence. The workshop of
that gigantic brain is closed-the great
lever is stopped.
The man wounded unto death Law
on his couch suffering, never a word
Of reproach, never a murmur. He
bent his great will power to aid ma
ture. God decreed otherwise. His
great, loving soul meekly submitted
to the will Of his Maker. For three
long, weary months the civilized world
was eOnvulsed with grief Men and
women with blaached cheeks and pallid
lips asked in whispers, will he live
Some said yes; others shook their
heads mournfully and said no. The
heart Of this great nation was wildly
throbbing. As the great waves of tor
rid heat swept over this continent and
threatened to scorch and wither the
the whole face of nature, the great
sufferer would family say, II am so
tired; / want to go home to rest. I"
He sighed for his beloved Mentor, his
home in the Western Reserve Per-
sons who knew him in his home saw
he was . good and true man. Good
and trseI These little words hold q
world Of meaning. They cover a vast
deal. All remember that wonderful
voyage to Elberon when all nature
was hushed. and the world stepped on
tip toe for fear of disturbing the dy-
ing man. His weary eyes lOnged for
In the shadow ola great rock in weary land
The great trackless ocean is calm;
IL it the stiffness that proceeds a
storm "a mighty tempest when q
frail bark viii Be tossed hither and
thither? Will the breakers swallow
the broken timbers? Will the storm
vexed sands cast up its precious bur-
den VIII the ife-boat, manned
with stout hearts and willing hands,
be in time? Will the cruel waves
snatch the precious burden and cast
it out to sea? Or viii the gentle
wavelet bear upon its bosom the wea-
ry Pilot and 20 drifting with the tide
while the gentle zephyrs are signing.
going home 70 rest?
The feeble light Hickered, Jared.
went out. Theimmortals soul Of James
A. Garfield babe goodbye to earth.
The evening e his life was calm,
peaceful as the slanting rays Of an
Italian sunset. The great tragedy is
overl The noble wife keeps vigil
with the dead through the long, long,
weary night. She has seen all, heard
all. Has she forgotten all? No. no.
While nenOry was busy with u. ShOughss Of
yore
The sad sea wares were sOShing nsvsrnOrei
The Atlantic casts mighty shadows
across the Plains, over the Rocky
Mountains 10 Pacifc's coast. The
people see in the dim shadowy outline
Of the great gloom 'Garfeld's dead r.
The st. John throws forth banner of
mourning, which is caught up by the
Rio Grsnde. Amid the dropping folds
Of the sombre pail can BE- read Gar
field dead I"
The mighty iron horse, as It goes
spinning over the mountain tops with
It's traprings Of woe, shrieks, Gar
field dead z Click, click 20 the
! wires. chargudwith thsm0urnfal news,