The Comrade. (Winnfield, La.) 1890-1914, 1910-01-21
Iii Mer1loriai11.
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close IS, 81 III
Goes not more sWeetly up
From its rich heart as from an incense cup
Than this freed spirit from its earthly shrine,
Passed with the angels unto the rest divine.
MARGARET STONE GRESHAM was
born September 1906 and became an
angel at p. m. Friday, Jan Il.
Again has Death, that harbinger OF
the greatest sorrow chat comes to
human hearts, entered one of our
happiest homes and carried away the
happiestl and best. If mortal ear
could hear the rustic Of the angels
wings they would have heard them
on Friday evening when they waited
the pure white soul of little Margaret
away to the God who gave it.
She had been i'll for more than two
weeks and the varying stages Of the
disease had been watched with as
much anxiety by large circle OF
sympathizing friends. Everything
that human skill and loving hands
could do was done for the little suf-
ferer, but all in vain. Her little soul
was released at s O'Clock on Friday,
last,
s'When the arrows of sunset
Had lodged in the treetops bright,
She fell in her saint-like beauty
Asleep by the gates Of Light"
Nevermore till the day star Of
Eternity gilds the eastern sky will
we see her little form; nevermore till
we walk the golden streets will we
hear the patter of the little feet;
nevermore till we join in the ever
lasting chorus Of God and his angels
will we hear the sweet voice; but
God knows what is best for His child
rem. May the loved ones be able to
say with resignation:
''since thou hast called me to resign,
What most pfized,
It meier was mine,
only yield to thee what is thine.
Thy will be done"
| will always hold in memory a
picture of her as saw her last-a
vision of health and beauty. There
never was q little being more fitted
to be an angel-beautiful violet-blue
eyes, golden curls, rosy cheeks, with
such a look Of intelligence in the
sweet little face. Surely she was
already an angel, just lent for three
short years to the father and mother
to draw them nearer to Him who
gave her. God gives us love, but
something to love he lendeth." s,
She was a pure, white rosebud, not
snatched with ruthless hands to be
withered and dead, but carefully
transplanted to fields Of gold in the
New Jerusalem, there to join the.
never-fading garlands Of the angels,
and bloom throughout eternity.
Sympathizing friends will miss the.
fair-haired child, because she crept
into ones heart imperceptibly, but
they cannot, by their words of sym
pathy assuage the terrible grief Of
the heart-broken family. With sad
hearts and empty arms they must
look to Him who never makes a mis-.
take. 5t
May this great i; row become to
these sad hearts d conservation.
This little one gone before will be.
the tie that binds them to al. high.
and holy things, the magnet that will
draw them heayenWard and help
them daily to fit themselves to dwell
forever with her in the beautiful
home Of thezsoul.. Heaven can never.
be a strange, far-away placeto them:
any more because little Margaret is
there. All that IS needed for her
souls full developen1ent, God will.
give her, and he will keep her safe
and happy for them. With what
loving kindness He has lifted the:
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little feet, and placed them safely
on the other shore: 81
AS tender guiding baby steps .ss
Y hen places come at which the tiny feet
Would trip, lift vi the little one in arms s
% love and set them down beyond the harm,
q ed5o'er the stones BY. me who stumbled oft
& Myself, but to help my darling on.
lie saw thesweet. limbs faltering and saw
Rough ways before us, where my arms would
fail; u
SO reached from Heaven and lifting the dear.
child
Who smiled in leaving r me, Fl e put her down
Beyond oil harm, be ond my sight, and babe
5HerWait for me, Shall / not then be glad? 81
And thanking q %, ess on to oYertake. I'ss
"a FRIEND.
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