The Durham daily globe. (Durham, N.C.) 1889-1894, 1893-05-03
IN MEMORIAM.

lin loving memory of Mrs. R. E. Lyon. at tn
request of Mrs. Y. F. Lyon.l
Softly breathe the winds of %springtime.
Round the quiet, resting place,
OF a loved one sweetly sleeping
Where the green boughs interlace.
Songbirds trill their lays in sadness,
Sunbeams fall with softened light,
While the motherless come, weeping
For a face shut out from sight.
Looking far a-dO@n the bright years..
Tracing all her pathway through
Fondly doth her stricken father
Call each incident to view.
When the angels called her mother
To the sunny, sinless cline,
Little MOllie was the comfort
Of her fathers home. Sometime
When his heart grew sick with yearning
For the precious, vanished face.
Then the little girl would whisper,
Papa, let me take her place"
Three dear brothers nestled closely
To that brave, unfaltering heart,
Ard as days went by, sweet MOllie
Took, indeed, her mothers part.
Loving, gentle, kline and tender,
Sunshine fingered in her smile;
And her life so pure. unselfish,
Had no shade or faint of guile.
Intellect of rare perfection
Shone from out her earnest eye,
And Our Father gave her talents
nf rich worth And hOnOrS high
Were awarded by her teachers,
When at school she did her best;
Counting every moment precious,
AS a gem of Gods behest.
But when happy school days ended,
Ere her home could scarce rejoice
Ger her safe return-there whispered
In her ear a Sweeter voice
Than the call of father, brother.
One of Durham's noblest sons
Sought her heart and hand, and won her
From the home of near loved ones.
But they leaned upon her ever,
Hush md, father, brothers., all,
And her ear and heart were ready
To obey their every call.
~ II DuSIuCSS CdICuIdCIOIlS,
With a clear, far-seeing eye,
They could trust her judgment ever,
And ne'er passed her council by.
And Our Father blest hec loved ones,
Giving to her spirit joy,
While no pleasure was denied her
Which the worlds wealth could employ.
And a thousand called her blessed,
While her hands always Outreached,
Ever helped the poor and needy,
By her life the CrO~s y as preached.
Never did she urn the hungry
From her door or fail to aid
Where her hand could render succOr,
Oft by her distress was staid.
Wealth and worldly honO1s could not
Seer the heart where Jesus reigned,
And her quiet deeds of kindness,
With a faith pure aud unfeigned,
Will be praised, though ashes gather
Where her precious form reclinss,
And warm beating hearts will bless her
While the sun in heaven shines.
Many an eye grows wet, recalling
Joys they cannot know again;
But her spirit whispers, "Grieve not,
l have passed from earthly pain"
o the agony of knowing
That the stern, relentless hand
Of disease had stole upon her!
In a distant, foreign land,
Where the air is soft and balmy.
And the summer linger long,
There they sought health for their darling
Mil fair arta of CiUht and SODO
Btu a voice from heavens bowers
Woke sweet music in her soul,
And she saw beyond life's p~artings
Where the silver streamlets roll.
And her Saviour said Come higher,
Faithful heart, receive thy own
Come into eternal summer,
Lay thine earthly burden down"
And the smile that lit her features,
IS the golden gate swung wide,
LingerS with her dear ones, even
While their hearts in grief abide.
But they weep and say, IF only
She could have come home to die"
And she loved her home so dearly,
For a 'airer, n ne could sigh.
But when angels snowy piniOns
Famed the hot and fevered brow,
And the music of their voices
Shut out each sad sound below,
Could that heart feel sad or lonely
With her heavenly home in view,
And the angel voices singing,
Thrilling all her spirit through?
We can offer words of comfort
To the hearts that broken feel;
We can weep with them, but only
God can sOlace, cheer and heal.
With the pO-r grief stricken father,
Who hath loved her longer, all
Who have known her weep in sadness,
While they his deep loss recall.
And the husband who adOred her
AS 3 gift FROM heaven above,
Missing her as nom else miss her.
Loving her as none else love.
And the dear. devoted brothers.
Whom she cherished long ago;
SISTER MOllie" was their comfort
In their every childish woe.
And the youngest. whom she carried
In her arms, in days gone by,
Feels bis bitter loss. recalling
How she hushed his baby CRY.