The gold leaf. [volume] (Henderson, N.C.) 1881-1911, 1905-05-18
LAMENTATION
From an Octogenarian Broken heart
ed Father on the Death of His Muir
deTed Son.

Published by request
Ny son, my, son, my only son. now NUM-
bered with the dead
oh. that thy fate had fallen on thy aged sire $
head:
Stricken down in manhood prime, not by
natures wound,
But through satanic agency. i'll ruthless
murderers hand.
The fatal scenes still desecrated by that
wretch of human kind,
While stalking Ger that fetid spot, with Il
bloody trail behind.
And that foul desecration will never be
complete
Until more helpless victims lie prostratc at
his feet
Rendering little children fatherless in their
young aud tender lives;
Converting young and mourning widowsfrom
beloved and loving wives;
Causing tears of blood and anguish from
broken hearts to flow:
After which that bare-faced murderer may
condescend to go,
Seeking other fields OF labor, his calling to
pursue,
Where his satanic master has more Jobs"
for him to do.
But the blood of all his victims will be cry
ing from the ground,
For vengeance on his impiOUs head in no un-
certain sound
The fact has been Imperative ever since ere
atoms birth,
That there is a God OF Justice. who ildgpth
in the earth.
The time is fast approaching. indeed lis
near at hand,
When all our vaunted human laws will take
Il final stand;
And the great King OF all the earth. will
make His work complete
BY prostratlng all His enemies, forever at
His feet.
W hen human courts and human laws will
have to stand aside
With their one-sded summing up and all
their legal pride.
As for the legal quibblers, haunting the
blOOd-stained plume
OF the proyerbial "cap and feather" will re-
ceive u final doom
As for morbid luries We only pass them by,
With the half-witted wood Yards we say so
with sigh
And now my darling murdered son, I'll turn
again to thee,
Though now in untimely grave, thou art
still the same to rue,
AS when through all thy young days did
our mutual love abound
oh. God, thy precious blood is now crying
from the ground
While penning these few lines OF love tears
made to start;
But they are 81 sacred contribution from thy
fathers broken heart.
Notwithstanding all our mutual ioys.
throughout the happy past,
I'll still remember thee. my son. as long rs life
shall last
And thy precious little charges are now
more dear to me
| Than when as in thy life time, they dan
died on thy knee.
The pressure OF their dear sweet lips is a
privilege to me
Beyond all earthly treasure, and will con
tinue to be-.
| could not live without them. and oh, how
could die?
because they're more than life To me, and
that 5 the reason why.
Since you have taken your departure into
world unknown
\ on u be agreeably surprised to know how
much that they have grown
They often speak ofpapa in words without
ALLOW
Remembering how he used to fiji their litt!.
They often pray for pa. and It's a sight
to see
While in the attitude OF prayer down at their
mothers knee.
| And the mother ithy darlngs thy beloved
and loving wife
She now stands single-handed on the battle
field OF life.
foul and brutal murder has deprived her
OF thy care,
Causing bereavement more than she can
welly bear.
And let me now inform thee. without the
least excuse
oh. tell it not in Gath" my son. they have
turned thy murderer loose.
Thy beloved and loving sisters are still
lamenting thee:
Or, God! what are vein this world OF sin and
misery?
In this rehearsal OF thy death I've tried to
make it clear
But every word contained therein has cost a
bitter tear.
Should this sad contribution be the last
stroke OF my pen.
Farewell farewell, my darling son, until we
meet again.