The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 18??-1935, 1893-07-07
lowed swift on loss. shall never for
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lowed swift on loss. I shall never for
! get him a | saw him last.
/ smoothed from his hair silver thread,
! Aud wrpt but could not thiuk INN dead
For the cain look that lay on his face al
way,
Lay light on his dear, pal, face that day.
Just five months ago, and my pre-
ciOus mother was taken. 1t was hard
so hdrd-to give her up, yet | felt con
soled in the love of father. But the
dark angel came again, and made me-
surrender him, tOO-my last parent.
Father and mother had lived together
50 long in the sunlight of prosperity,
and when the dark DAYS of adversely
came, they were drawn more closely
together. To some, it may seem very
hitting that after their long life (thirty-
nine Years and mOre) OF mingled iOv
and sorrow, they should sleep the long,
dreamless sleep together. But II
cannot see it that way. | cannot un-
derstand G DDS prOvidences. Just when
il seemed dat my dear parents had be-
gun 10 Look for a tranquil old age, after
81 many adverse trials, then thu silent
messenger came. | cannot see and
know Chy both father and mother are
taken, and | left with so few kindred
ties. But | have my husband and baby
/
cOnsOler-may b.unt the grief which
nov fills my aching heart. Poor empty
house! Poor lonely heart!
II gaze into each empty room, and as gaze,
gnawing pain
Is at my heart, at thought of those who
Ge'er will pass its doors again"
1t seems when we first yield up those
We love, that the very biackness OF the
grave settles down upon our hearts,
out after awhile, comes the light, little
by little; 50 | " to cheer up, for | do
not "sOrrow as those without hope" |
can only hold fast to Gods guiding
hand, be faithful and sLeadfast. and He
will re-unlte me with the dear ones
gone before. They are not dedd only
stepping. The battle is fought, the VIC
tory won, and now they rest from their
iabOrs. Farewell, father AMI mo her,
dear! The Old home is lonely without
You; | miss you b 9TH everywhere; but
may God bless me and strengthen me
and prepare me to dwell with you in the
br ght beyond, the "hOuse with many
mansions"
"There are eyes that with brightness were
beaming,
There are lips that our own often met,
That the mould of the grave is now dim
ming,
Atit Al ollSllSC uLlDlOhth ak otI'
Loving ones, precious ones, dearest ones
Fender aud true had they proved
On, the hearts soonest hushed in their beat
ings,
Are the ones the most te uderly loved"
AS write this my heart reverts far
away to the summers that are sleeping,
and brings back the beautiful days
that are dead and gOne-buried in the
a-hes OF the past Nothing is left of my
childhoDd's beautiful past-nothing but
memories. The memories! They come
troOpng as ! sit here this bright July
afternoon, and let the EnUhanter wave
his magic wand and bring the dead to
life again. The Amis,' the Wilkes the
Ormans, the Hunts, the COchranS, the
McGaws, the MOores, the CheathamS,
the Aikens; the MOrrises, the Webhs,
he Slephens,' and che Cowdens--sOm,
lrvive, tho scattered fac, but neary
all have passed over into the mystery
and silence of the world of spirits. AS
| think of the beautiful, the patient, the
sDrrowing, the true-hearted, the holy
ones, who are this eve in heaven a
home with its gloritied hosts, my soul
4welIs at tho hopes of happy meeting
by and by; for lite is short; the mo-
mentI speedily fit, while the roses
around us are dying; the journey is not
lOng-l, too, will soon be "hOme."
NERNA NILLIERS.