Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1905-06-21
ESTABLISHED 1855

/ at times, laughter and tears passing over his
! fac8 like rain and sunshine during these sum
/ mer days, great tenderness bowling beside
/ sorrow all Over this county lie was the
! friend Of ali and never spoke unkIndly Of any
I one sometimes when in old age the ey,s
grow i'm and dark there settles upop the a.,rl
/ a sort OF melancholy and despair. Not so v -
/ our beloved father; as the outer doors slow .
/ closed the inner doors swing back on the {
| unseen hinges and there was no cracking or
ulscuntent, rather new song of victory and a
| psalm OF thanksgiving.
. We watched him breathing through the night
His breathing soft and low.
/ HEquletly the pulse OF life
Kept heaving To and fro
/ OaF weary hOpes delayed our fears,
! our tears our hopes delayed.
NethOught him dying when he slept,
ANA sleeping when he died.
! We say over and over he has gene from US,
/ htNof 20 return. and we think OF MIN In that
ilr6 Ian6 o. immortal youth this afternoon, de-
| dimmed eyes he behOlds the kim: IN his beau
! y, ana Wlth all the redeemed h jsts OF heaven
| m mh!s poetteal soul sings the psP Inns and great
/ hymhs or tne heart of God Yet he is here,
/ 2 faithful lover and helper still Here to
! bless and not to rebuke. Eere to give assur-
/ ance mat death is not the doorkeeper of heav-
! from us. Ratheri As believe that he has
Only siiDped away m hismortal clay, house
OK a.i hls /, body whicl as getting old and totter
llEl "here tue G were dim aud the path
| way rugged; a >, that the real old-time
scoych lrlenu Is ga us still. with us as the
m snSies ';.. were at S $ tomb on Easter morning
| 20 help Fo!l aw' She stones from our heavy
! hearts. with 25)rever, tell us the simple
/ story OF Chris -. redeeming love. With us
~itil e,l new anf 5orious message that Christ
ful; kind. tep and M loving au'v iowTad M ali men.
luis eeaI M a long life has only one great
gs1a6e n@s5aa to 20 one OF us whose hearts are
We may be 9, faithful, strong, hopeful and
irlumphan Ssciples OF Christ More than
kho, NOR aan gentle. more than faithful
mot9 tha" sympathetic. But that all our
kindly thoughts and quiet deeds and faithful
service and sympathetic lives may throb and
thrid with the great heart of the son OF God
VINO gave Ills life on Calvary a ransom for us
all. hear him say from the pulpit in the
skies, be thou faithful uuto.death. In a pc
culaF sense ne belonged to 6s IN this com
munltF' l Dtd you treasure his dust and
| Icy his beautiful and simple life TO your
heart Read his POEMS keep his nemorv
/ green and ba glad with n great gladness tha5
Col has given US such a inan whose years
upon Did and young alike.
IL was a tavorite thought of william Hauph-
toa that Ia heaven he might be messenger,
carrying words OF greeting Ind poems OF love
! from the throne OF God to the arriving sonIs
| fc0m this world. How beautiful IL will be 10
see him again, standing at the broad, golden
Fa(e'cf heavens eternal morning for each one
/ Of MS own household ard all his old dear
| friends What an eternal June Il ne OF festi-
| vttY that viii be. iBut we must learn to know
J CHRIST else We shall disappoint him and we
, ourselves shall suffer loss. Why should we
| hesitate iosay, R0od-by to our sginted friend
| X We were Old Romans IL might mean "fOr-
| ever, Bnt II We are Christ-filed men and
| women then 1t Is only good night and then
| good morning in the deathless world OF God
| VIII say gentle teacher, kind pastor, de-
| voted husband. loving father choicest chris-
I tian friend; Father Haughton, we witt some
| cav see you again, and until that time, tell
| bod angles to send along our pathway.
I each one or us-a word TO keep us faithful
| until VIC shall be "for ever with the Lord"
HIS LAST POEM
The last published poem of Father
! haughton is given below. 1t was writ
ten while on a bed of pain It speaks
the Christian character of the good man.
REFUGE.
I've laid my hand upon the Rock
lis steadfast, oh my SOUL
| Wen ciasp It In the tempest's shock,
and when the biliows roll.
| Whaa matters though the night be long
| while love abtdes and faith is strong,
| We're shelteredJfrom the stormy blast.
| And dawn sweet dawn will break at last,
We do not trust our native strength.
| Or lean on human Will
| For these, though brave must fail at length,
There's something mightier STILL
That binds the Universe aud keeps
The tempest bridled as IL sweeps;
| All forces here and all above
Are hasnessed By the hands 3f love.
when roll, We bllloas roll aud rave,
| The heart Of love is warm:
| Your Master walks the widest wave
| And rides the rudest storm.
| No harm can reach those whom He hides
| Or llomewaTa to the Harbor guldes.
| We're sheltered from the stormy blast,
| And we will tnd our home at last,