The comet. (Johnson City, Tenn.) 1884-1916, 1898-08-25
IN MEMORY OF
LITTLE MARGARET NELL MITCHELL.

Our bodies are frail and our days are
few and uncertain, and there is but one
step between us and death. Truly the
aged must die. The young, too, may
die. All the fondness of a mothers
love was lavished upon little Margaret
Nell. She was an innocent darling of
nine short months. We cannot have
her with us again, we can only hope to
the sorrowing mother and
father, brothers, sisters, and friends.
Unless we too, have gone through
some sad affection our hearts can never
know the sorrow that is theirs. No, we
must have lost some of the angels of
our own hearthstones before we can
know the dreadful pangs of grief which
they experience in this, their hour of
trial. But there is
No flock however watched and tended,
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There is no Preside howsoe'er defended,
But has one vacant chair.
With silence only as their benediction,
Gods angels come
Wherein the shadow of great affliction,
The soul sits dumb.
Yet we would say that every heart
approveth,
Our Fathers will,
Calling to him the dear ones whom he
loveth,
Is mercy STILL
Earth's ties must be severed and leave
us desolate in our loneliness. With
each sad loss we experience the earth
seems.some how smaller grown. But oh,
how the beauties of heaven break IL
upon us as this earth tie and that is
severed. We sorrow not as those with
out hope. "They are not lost but gone
before. We too, shall join them by
and by" They cannot come to us, but
we can go to them.
l have wondered often as I looked
upon the face Of some loved one, a face
all cold in death, with heart almost
bursting in the agonizing cry of ooh,
why should this thing be?", what the
Master would say could he be there
then to comfort us? He would weer
with us. His great loving heart would
overflow with sympathy for us, but his
admonition would be, "Be We also
ready" Sometimes in the vigOr and
strength of manhood we forget that we
are dependent for every feeting breath
we draw, upon the great giver of life
and if but for a single moment ht
would withdraw his tender watchcart
from us our lives would go out in dark
ness and in night.
AS we laid the patient little sufferer
away in her last resting place, while
the clods were falling upon the coffir
lid, we could hear the tender words o.
loving Savior, "Suffer little children
to come unto me and forbid them not
for of such is the kingdom of heaven,
and though to-day our loved-one is alb
sent from us she is present with the
Lord.
The little feet that never trod earth,
Never strayed in field or street.
What hand leads upward back to God
The little feet.
A rose in June's most honeyed heat,
When life makes keen the kindling soc
Was not so soft and warm and sweet,
The little feet.
Their pilgrimage period,
A few swift moons have seen complete
Since mothers hand first clasped ant
shod,
The little feet.
The little hands that never sought,
Earth's prizes, worthless as the sand
What gift has death, Gods servant
Brought the little handl
Fer this, perhaps tho love know nough
Flowers fill them, grown in loveliel
lands,
Where hands of guiding angels caugh
The little hands.
The little eyes that never knew light,
Other than the light of dawning skie
What new light now lights up anew
The little eyes.
Thy days, my darling one were few,
An angels morning visit,
That came and vanished with the dew
Twas here, tbs gone, where is it
| cannot know to what sweet dell,
The angels may have borne thee.
But this / know, thou canst not go,
Where our hearts will fail to fine
thee.
IT'S sweet balm to our despair,
When the we miss,
That heaven is Gods and thou art ther,
With him in bliss.
There past ale death and all its woes
There life's sweet stream forever flows
And rapture's day no sunset knows.
Little Margaret Nell was the young
est child of Mr.. and Mrs. VIM. T
Mitchell, of Johnson City.
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