The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1895-08-14
IN MEMORIAM.


Little KATHLEEN, only child Of n p. and L. f.
SULLIVAN, died June 18th, 1895, aged twenty
months.
The sunset fingers. and It's soft-tinted rays
Der the mountain crests, with mellow light
Cast length ming shadows, that fainter grow
Astwight mclts to dewy night.
All how soon the sunsets Spend0r
With the shadows bend-then change to gray,
And Hopes delusiye mirage beckOns on, to fade
AS we approach-seeming crcr jar airay.
We fain would WOO the sunshine.
And Say TO the shadows-"be gone :"
When-undcr the veil of darkness
They are silently creeping on;
Stealing DER us some bright, happy day
When hearts with sweetest joys rebound,
And Just sweep of their omnous winr,
Fair hopes lie crashed, aud air castles dashed
to the ground.
Among the mountains snugly nestlcs,
Near to natures heart''-a cOZy home.
For health, rest and pleasure intertwined
father, mother and babe had come.
Bnt see ! the tiny blossom droops
Ere gided by cen one bright day;
A feeling of sadness came stealing
That chased all The sunshine array.
The shadows crept DER the threshold,
Blighting the still dropping bud.
"Oh, spare our only .fO,rer! couiFst thou cN H."
Echo rebounds-"cM H." again, pass under
the rod T"
u
Of the longngs ard yearnngs for you. Ah
The baby lips would give no answering kiss
Hearts ard arms again empty-"bddy gone
"A1ama," the wstful eyes seem to speak
"Thc angels are whispering TO me.
They are telling of Heaven and want me to 60
Where-with two angel sitters-so happy I'll bc.
Sweet music hear--ihey comc-are bearing ne
from your sight.
Must 1 leave you-so loncly-wih no bahy's
Mama, papa-kiss little pet-a last good night"
Stranger hands tcndery, gently, the eyes of hazel
And ,hrouded iIpoud the waxen form in purest white
They covered her over with beautiful flowers
And lone vigil kept-through the long, sad night
Tiny hands now fo1ded-eyes with curtains down,
Lashes long and silkcn sweep the baby face-so
dear;
Fattering feet 20 rcstess-restless now-no more
flushed the llsping prattle-soft as summers air.
Kathleen. our beautiful, winning babe!
Pet, little darling, pure unfolded bud,
Precious Jewel now shining in the Kings diadcm
And the casket hidden meath the lower-strewn
Sod
Around three tiny graves entwine,
Halowcd mem es-cherished-dear.
The birds have flown-but treasured the nest
For the sake of the brides once nestled there
"Better to have loved and lost"
Pressed the babe to our hearts-just while,
"Than never to have loved at al"
Or thrilled to the touch Of our 0icn gentle child.
Better the mem'ry of sweet scented flowers,
Than meier to ave inhaled their fragrance at all.
If only the Clarion's echo-or perchance some sad
broken chord,
IT'S sweeter than If no music-into our lite
should fall.
Bel ind en- the dark cloud of sorrow theirs
brightness
When sweet hope whispcrs-"by and by, some
day"
With loved ores we'll gather round Heavens
hearthstone,
When-"beyond the shadows-the mist clears
away"
Brighter the sunshine-deeper the shadows cast !;
Stronger our love-deeper the heartache and loss,
But-sadder the journey-hcrc, brighter the bea-
con light-there,
And sweeter the rest-when lifes burdens and
carcs-fail at the Cross