The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1895-12-03
LAID BESIDE HIS son.
Remains of Abram Hebron
Buried by His Friends.
HIS FAvORiTE POEMS READ.
Words BETTING His Beautiful Life Ut
tered Over His Bier.Masonic
HonorS for ID. b. Jackson.
HIS FAvoRlTE POEMS READ.


a. the residence Of Mrs. George II. He'll
hron. ii87 Cherry street. Many friends OF
the good old man were present, and the
caskat was covered with beautiful foWers
roses. chrysanthemums. white carna-
tons. smilax, Roman hyacinths and vio-
let's. The services were conducted by Kew
Alfred W Martin. pastor OF the Unitarian
church az Tacoma. and a friend Of the
late George H. Hebron. the dead man ;
son. Mr.. Martin spoke with much feel
ing and dwelt upon the nobleuess and
gentleneSs OF AbTam Heilbrons character
as inherited by his son and shown by the
latter throughout his life. The clergyman
read with tenderness a portion Of one OF
Mr.. Heilhron's favorite poems, Whittier's
lines TO the memory of Lucy hooper, as
follows:
Even as thou vast ] see thee stu;
And save the absence Of all i'll
And pain and WEAKNESS, which here
Summoned the sigh or wrung the tear.
Tne same as when. two summers back,
Beside our childhoOd's MeTrimae,
] saw thy dark eyes wander Ger
Stream sunny upland. rocky shore.
And heard thy low, soft voice alone
Midst lapse Of waters, and the tone
or pine leaves by the west wind blown,
There's not charm OF soul or brow
OF all we knew and loved In thee,
But lives In boiler beauty now,
Baptized in Immortality
Not mine the sad and freezing dream
OF souls that. with their earthly mould.
Cast off the loves and JOYS or old,
Embodied. Ike pale moonbeam.
As pure, rs passtOniess and cold;
Nor mine the hope OF India son,
or slumbering in oblivions rest,
Lies myriads blending into one,
In blank humiliation blest:
Dust-atoms Of the infinite.
Sparks scattered through the central light,
And winning hack through mortal pain
Their old Inconsistencies again.
No. have friends in Spirit Land,
Not shadows in a hadowV band,
Not others. but themselves are they.
And still ! think of them the same
AS when the Masters summons came;
Their change.-the holy Moonlight break
Upon The drean-worn sleeper. waking
4 change from twilight unto day"
The body was lai1 in the earth a Lake
view cemetery. beside that OF his beloved
son. George II. Hebron. according TO his
expressed wish. Mr.. Martin read al the
open grave poem that Mr.. Hebron
loved. After Death in Arabia" by Edwin
Arnold:
He who died at Azan sends
This 10 comfort all his friends:
Faithful friends, 1t lies know.
Pale and white and cold as snow;
And We say. 'Abdallah's dead"
Weeping at the feet and head
| can see your falling tears.
] can hear your signs and prayers;
J am not the thing you kiss:
Cease your tears and let il lie;
II was mine, IL IS not l.
Sweet friends! What the women lave
For its bed OF the grave.
Is but nut which | am quitting,
ls.a garment no more fitting,
Is a cage from which, at last,
Like hawk my soul hath passed,
Love the inmate. not the room
The wearer. not the garh--the plume
or the falcon, not the bars
Loving friends! Be wise and dry
Straishtway every weeping eye
Which kept him from those splendid stars
What ye lift upon the bier
Is not worth a wistful tear.
It's an empty sea shell-one
out Of which the pearl is gone:
The shell is broken. 1t lies there:
The pearl the all. the soul. is here.
It's an earthen Jar whose lid
Allah sealed, while II hid
That treasure ofhis treasury,
A mind that loved him: let il lie,
Let the shard be earths once more,
Since the cold shines in his storei
Allah glorious, Allah good,
Now thy world is understood:
Now the long. long wonder ends:
Yet We weep. my erring friends
While the man whom We call dead,
IN unspoken bliss. instead.
Lives and loves You lost. It's true
BY such light as shines for you;
But in the light We cannot see
or Gnfulfiled felicity
In charging paradise.
Lives life that never dies.
Farewell, friends Not vet farewell:
Where | am, We, too. shall dwell:
! am gone before your face.
\ moments time. little space
When ye come where ! have stepped
0e will wonder why We wept;
Ne VIII know. by wise love taught
That here Is all. and there IS naught
Weep awhile. If We are fam
Sunshine still must follow rain:
only not a. death-for death.
Now. | know. is that first breath
Which our souls draw when we enter
Life. which is OF all life center
BE We certain all seems love
Viewed from Auah-s throne above:
BE ye stout Of heart and come
Eravely onward 70 your home!
- Allah lila Allah, yeai
Thou love divine. Thou love aIwayl
lie that died IN AZan gave
This TO those Who made his grave "
TIE pallbearers were: joseph Simmer
\. Z. Stewart, J. n. LoRman. a. W co.
raHt. George B. Kitunger and ". NJ.
Niles.