Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1903-03-05
In Menoriam.


In loving remembrance Of my dear
father, d. G.. Moler.
Farewell, dear father, thou art gone;
Ills bard to give thee up
To part with all we had on earth,
And drink the bitter cup.
Friend after friend DEPARTS
Who hath not loet q friend?
There 10 no union here OF hearts,
That finds not here an end.
We're this frail world our final rest
Living or dying, none were blest.
We miss him sorely, but we know
That God OF him is taking care.
Yes, tits God that hath bereu us.
And hath called Us TO the tomb;
There thou art sleeping free nom all pain,
Thy sufIerlngs ended Ind troubles Ger.
Peaceful be thy silent sumber.-
Peace fui In thy grave SO low;
Thou no more will join our number,
Thou no more our song VIII know.
Yet again we hope to meet thee.
When the day OF life Is ned,
And in heaven with Joy 10 greet thee,
Where no farewell tears are shed
Written by his son, Mr.. Frank Moler.
In loving remembrance Of my broth
err Newton P. Engle, who departed this
life one year ago. February 10, 1902.
Gone, but rot forgotten.
Day by day we SAW him fade,
And slowly sink away;
Yet In our hearts we often prayed,
That he might longer stay.
Through suffering he breathed not MUIR
muir,
For the Com forter stood by his side
And whispered: Fear not. am with thee,
fth 40 abide
Through all his pain, at times he smiled
A smile Of heavenly birth,
And when the angels called him nome,
He smiled farewell TO earth.
Our home is sad, oh God. how dreary,
Lonesome, lonesome every spot,
Listening for the voice OF Newton,
Weary, for we hear II not.
BY his brother, G. w. ENGLE.
In loving remem brance Of my dear
brother, Harry Moler, who died Janua-
ry 80, 1903:
Dearest brother. thou has left US,
And our loss we deeply feel,
But tits God that has bereft us,
He can all our sorrows heal.
Yet again we hope to meet thee,
When the day of life is fled;
When in Heaven with JOY TO greet thee,
Peaceful be thy silent slumber.
Peaceful in thy grave so low
Thou no more Will JOIN our number,
Thou no more our sorrow know.
Yet again we hope to meet thee,
When the day of life Is fled;
And in Heaven with JOY TO greet thee,
Where no farewell tears are shed.
II is sad that one we cherished
Should be taken from our home,
But the joys that do not perish,
Live in memory alone.
AS the years we've spent together
All the golden. happy hours,
Shall be cherishe in remembrance
Fragrant sweet from memory's flowers:
BY His Sister, Z. NJ, Adamstown, Md.
In loving remembrance of our dear
father. John w. Locke, who died Feb
ruary 10, 1903, aged 70 years, month
and Is days:
One precious to our heart has gone,
The voice we loved is stilled;
The place made vacant in our home,
Can never more be filled.
Fold him. Oh, Father. In thine arms.
And let him henceforth be
A messenger of love between
Our b imam hearts and thee.
We know our loss W Ill be his GAIN
That he Is where the cherubs sing;
But, On, tits hard TO ease the pain,
And still we to his image cling.
There was an angel band In Heaven
That was not quite complete,
So God took our darling father
To fill the vacant seat.
Darling father, he has left u.s.
Yes, yes, forevermore:
But we hope to meet our loved ohe
On that bright and happy shore.
By His Daughter, g. l.. l..