The comet. (Johnson City, Tenn.) 1884-1916, 1897-08-12
MAYNE WILLIAMS

Entered Upon Immortal Life July 3Oth, 1897
Far and near, wherever this lovely
child was known, his death will cause
many heartfelt signs that the beautiful
bud Of such rare promise should have
been blasted even before the spring
tide Of his happy life had fairly opened.
! How many bright hopes were nipped
in the death of Mayne! There were
two loving hearts from which the sun
light faded away, and the brightness
changed to darkness. The angel of
death with one fell swoop shattered the
sweet idol of their home. Only for a
moment, one shudder, one little gasp
and all that was earthly lay cold, pulse
less and still, while the apirit burst
forth to catch the CLEAN Of eternity's
SUM-" 1t is we'll with the child, for we
know he is in the presence Of the Good
Shepherd who said, sufferer title child
rem to come unto me and forbid them
not, for of such is the kingdom of heay-
en-.
Bright in budding intellect generous
and affectionate in disposition, he had
q wide circle Of friends. His love bore
no faint of earth; sweet and confding
he lived blessed child-angel. He was
the inspiration of his fathers life, the
darling of his mothers heart and the
pet of q doting grandmother. His life
though short, filled many rugged hearts
with gladness; bis death brought tears
to eyes unused to weeping. Only
those who have suffered can fathom the
great sorrow and feel the deep void
made in the parents hearts when child
dies. In all the wide world there is no
spot so sacred to the parent as the little
mound that enshrines the form Of a
child. Only God can heal the broken
heart earth has no sorrow that God
cannot cure"
A precious unspotted treasmeis laid
up in the Heavenly Kingdom, and how
sweet the new tie that binds and draws
aching hearts thitherwards How pre-
cious is the thought that Sin Heaven the
Angels do behold the face of my Faith
er."
| Silence filled the court Of Heaven, hushcd were
| angel harp and tone,
Aa Y,aru- hon afrff hnf 1ap
eternal throne,
While his snow-white hands were lifted as il
clasped in fervent prayer,
| And his voice in low sweet murmurs fell like
music on the air,
| Light from the full fount-of glory on his robes
OF wilderness glistened,
! And the bright-winged seraphs round him
bowed their radiant heads and listened
Lord from Thy world Of glory here my heart
turns f0ndly 20 another,
| o, Lord, our God ana Comforter, comfort, COM
fort my sweet mother
/ Let her not, though clouds surround her feel
herself by Thee f0rsGken;
/ Let each loss which makes life lonely make the
thought Of heaven more dear
! Comfort, comfort my sweet mother
Savior, Thou in nature human dwelt ON earth
little child,
| Pillowed on the heart of woman blessed Mary,
/ Undecided
! Thou who from the Cross Of suffering marked
thy Mother stCartul iaCc,
/ And bequeathed her to the Loved One, bidding
Him to ill thy place
Comfort, comfort my sweet mother"
The dove-lke murmur died away upon the
radiant air,
But yet the little suppliant iuelt, with hands
still claSped in prayer
/ Still were his softly pleading eyes turned to
the sapphire throne
Till golden harps ana angels voices rang out
IN mingled tone,
/ And aS the silvery numbers swelled, by seraph
voices given.
I High clear and sweet the anthem rolled
through all the golden gates Of Heaven.
He chastons whom He loves IL is said -as r
! Father his own Son.
l The iufan. eheFuo bowed his head THY will
I d Lord he dime