The Newtown bee., 1909-08-06

Oh hark, and hear my mournful theme!
 IFS not fable, nor dream, Young Benjamin, alas is gone,
 And can no more to us return. 2. lovely youth admired by all; We sigh and mourn at thy sad fall; 1 We feel that much lamented blow,
 And mourn thy loss in grief and woe. l 3. Ch Whithar has young Richards gone! That faithful and obedient son, | Although belovd by all around, Yet death must give the awful wound. l 4. Not all his friends, nor lovely bride, | Could turn that fatal dart aside, 1 No, now the fatal minutes come. | Richards must go to his long home. | 5. Though just possessed a lovely bride, Yet in the. grave he must reside; Though 10th to go, yet he must leave, A loveIy bride for q lonesome grave. | 6. 2hysician's skill, nor earthly power, Could reprieve from him procure; No nothing but young Richards breath Could satisfy that monster death.
 '. Neighbors and friends may mourn around ~-t-
 Yet they can never heal the wound;
 Parents may greve, and widow mourn, But the dear object don't return.
 8. His Genius natural and acquird, Whereby his neighbours all a1mird His smiling face and pleasant voice, Would make our sinking hearts rejoice. g. But o, the lovely youth is gone. And left us here in grief to mourn. Then let this much lamented blow A warning prove to high and low.
 10. To the sad mourners I'll now turn, Whilst they in tears do grieve and mourn,
 Meth1nks I hear their hearts enndole, Ay,1 t1n iyh af fhniy II. You youthful mourning widow dear To my address pray leEd an ear.
 For in the midst of all your sriaf,
 Ilong to give your heart relief.
 12. But alas what shall I say
 to drive your tears and grief away?
 Your Wnulfis no earthly power can heal Nor scarcely touch on what you feel 13 But mourni 2 widow, stop yorr gcief I'll tell you where yGul find relief
 Fly to that God that built the skies, And he will wipe your weeping eyes 14 He gave the wound, and he can heal The sorrows that your heart doth feel. Sad widows when in great distress,
 From him have often found redress. l5. What tho all earthly joys orc fled, Yet he can raise your dropping head; Con ease the sorrows that you feel. And make your bsoken spirit whole. 10. lie rules dll WuFluO WllHOut COf-
 troul.
 And wisely conducts thsm all;
 He sees the time and knows the day, g. That's bsst to call his sons away. r IT. We hope the loss that you sustain Is your dear husbands endless gain: We hope your lovely friend is gone To worlds Of joy by us unknown. IS, Where he'll forever sit ard sing Hoeannah to our heavenly King,
 Glory to God and to the Lamb Will be his everlasting theme.
 19, He needs TO notes to guide his voice. No sound to make his heart rejoice. There streams of pleasure gently rise, And fills his soul with sweet surprise. 20. Then do not murmur. but prepare To meet that dreadful messenger, That when death comes to call you
 hence =s The Lord may be sure defense.
 q. So when your life and breath shall you,li follow your departed friend ID to the realms of iOht above. .5 Wrapt up in sweet seraphic love. 22. You mourning parents in distress Pray listen to my short address. Dare not to miirmur. or complain Lest this sad warning prove in vain, 2s. stand still and know that 'tis the That has unsheath'd his glittering