Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1905-11-21
In Memoriam.

On Sunday morning. November ~. 1905,
it pleased God to take from her earthly home
Virginia, beloved and only daughter of Mrs.
Katherine NJ and the late John E. Latimer,
of Hyattsyille, Md.
A little child, yet glorious in the might
Of Heaven-born freedom, on her BEINGS
height.
nature revealed to those who loved her the
graces of woman, with the simple lowell
ness OF child. She seemed born for the
beautiful; full of grace. tenderness and wit;
an airy little maid whose dainty darling ways
charmed alike young and old and gave
spring-time beauty to our . world-old heav-
mess +" Such loving little heart, gentle,
caressing, clinging like rose full of ethe-
rial sweetness. The spiritual quality of her
chlld-life, and the darkness left when her
little light wont suddenly out, is best ex-
pressed perhaps by the reprint of these verses
which appeared the day after her death-as
If an involuntary tribute to the dead
Aye nesting warm and tenderly, our leaves
of love were curled
So close and close about our wee White Rose
of all the world
With mystical faint fragrance our house of
life she filed,
Revealed each hour some fairy tower where
winged hopes might build;
We saw-though none like us might see
such precious promise pearled
Upon the petals of our wee White Rose of
all the world.
But evermore the halo of angel light in
creased
Like mystery of moonlight that folds some
fairy feast.
Our Rose was but in blossom, our life was
but in spring,
When down the solemn midnight we heard
the spirits sing,
Another bud of infancy with holy dews
impearled.'
And in their hands they bore our wee White
Rose of all the world,
You scarce could think so small a thing
could leave loss so large,
Her little light such shadow fling from dawn
to sunsets marge.A
Oh beautiful unfathomably, her little life
unfurled,
And crown of all things was our wee White
Rose of all the World.
Born on the End of January. 1895, in her
short life she knew only happiness. She
found the sunshine-and she madeit Quick
and deft with her fin gers. tactful. womanly,
she attracted older people, while her play
mates loved her for her courtesy, unselfsh-
ness and love of fun. But most of all, her
intense concientiousness seemed to impress
everyone. singularly elevated, singularly
remote from the earthly, she remained I'M
spotted from the world.
She had a clear and simple faith in Jesus.
During her last illness. when her suffering
was intense, she prayed for patience. Her
last act was caress, and the hymn she asked
for-strange thought for so young child
was
Guide me, oh thou great Jehovah,
l am weak, but thou art mighty.
How true, when the trusting little white
soul went out into the great beyond land
where there is no darkness, for 9 The Lamb
is tbs light thereof" There, where the
Master gathers his lilies, the fragrance of
her pure sonl makes sweet the air of Heav-
en-. To those who have heard the child
voice, earnest and true, as she sang these
words, they come now with sweet and SOL
emu utduluS.
There's rest for little children, above the
bright blue sky;
" no love the blessed Saviour, and to the
Father cry;
A rest from every turmoil, from sin and
sorrow free,
Where every little pilgrim shall rest eter-
nally.
There's a home for little children, above the |
bright blue sky,
Where Jesus reigns in glory, a home of
peace and joy;
No home on earth is like it, nor can with it |
compare,
For everyone is happy, nor could be happier
there.
There's song for little children above the
bright blue sky,
A song that will not weary, though snug
continually;
song which even angsls can never, never
sing;
They know not Christ as Savior, but wor-
ship him as King.
There's crown for little children. above
the bright blue sky.
And all who look to Jesus shall wear it by
and by;
All, all above is treasured, and found inChr;st
alone,
Lord grant Thy little & ildaen to know thee
as their own.
V.
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