The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1898-08-04
HER HEART BLED
When Her Friends Son Was
Taken Away.
HKR LINES CAME HOME TO HER

Mrs. Alice Danner Jones Comforted the
Heart of Another and Her Cheering
Words Come Back to Console
Her in Her Own Aniiction.
The following lines were written by
Mrs. Alice Danner Jones some fourteen
years ago. They we're suggested by the
death of Ralph Hazlstt, who was then a
boy Of II years, attending Gambler COL
lege, and who died very suddenly from
the hit of ball. He was very popular
In Canton and warm personal friend
Of Mrs. Jones' brother. Mrs. JOINS wrote
tie poem right after coming from the
funeral, which took piece on a Sabbath
afternoon. Copies were sent at that time
TO Ralph's orphaned sisters Grace and
Helen Hazlett. The sudden death Of Mrs.
Jone5's own son John Paul Jones, on Fri
day, July 90, suggested the thoughts OF
this poem, and Mrs. Florence Erwin Rice
was requested to read 1t at tie funeral
services in the Baptist church on Monday
afternoon July 25. 1t low appears In
print for the first time:
POEM.
Dead, in the dawn of his noble young man
hood
Dead, in HIS beauty, with lifes harness on.
Dead, to the work which so Oft he had
dreamed of.
Dead, with the daylight Of boy. hood scalcC
gone,
Dead, with his hand hardly yet on the lever
Dead, to ambitions of fortune, or fame.
Dead, TO what promised life of great purpose
Dead, to affections TOO sacred to name.
Dead, to the hopes which upon him werC
centered.
Dead, to the hearts now aching instead.
Dead, to the sympathy claimed by the sorrow
ing.
Dead, to the tears which above him are shed
Dead, unto all of earth's beauty, and frag
rance.
Dead, unto all the endearments Of home.
Oh, Angel of Death, with grieffreighted
pinions,
Why to life so precious must Gomez
Oh, God of the burdened, teuderly cherish
The hearts Of thy earth.childreu sorrowinl
here.
Some griefs seem too great for human endur
ance,
Some woes are too deep for the solacing tear.
Thus crieth the womsns heart strongly with
in us,
Thus cometh the answer so tender and low
"Be still, question not, for am thy Father,
The depths of my wisdom thou never can'sl
know,
As far as the rising sun is from the setting
So far are My ways from those of thine own.
In all thine affection, 1, too, am afflicted,
Thine heart feels no anguish which mine has
not known.
NOT DEAD, only resting on hillside in valley,
Are lips that are mute and forms that are still,
And lives that were pure, were robbed of nc
beauty,
No hopes they had cherished, l failed to ful
fill.
The bruised heart must bleed, e'en mine own
wellbeloved
Shed tears that were bitter at Lazarus tomb.
But list to the words which may Tighten the
shadows,
From the grave may dispel some of darkness
and gloom"
Saved, in the dawn of his noble young man
hood
Saved, from the care which cometh with
strife.
Saved, from the failures, which might have
discouraged.
Saved, from the by.ways and pitfalls of life
Saved, from all probable griefs of the future.
Saved, from all possible temptations, too
Saved, from the skeptic's dread power of al
Turing.
Saved, ere the false could sully the true.
Saved, from the burdens which weary the
shoulders
Saved, from the wrinkles which furrow the
GEl brow.
Saved, unto infinite powers of fulfllment
Perfection complete, rest eternal, from now
oh, Father, we hear, and thy wisdom ac
knowledge,
Its truth and its purity comforteth some;
But waters of Marah are bitter for mortals,
Oh, grant us a Lethe in days yet to come.