Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1911-07-19
Bereavement.

N memory of Graydon George.
little son of Mrs. Bessie Budd Ziegler,
who went to live among the angels
July II, 1911, aged two days less than
eight years.
ITO paint him as he stood beside her knee
His dimpled chin within his followed
palm.
And his deep eyes in dreaming raised to
TO paint the look of innocence that lay
Within them-charm of utter Sinlessness
Recall the eager tremble of his voice,
The loving touch of his soft C1inging
hands,
The insistent passion of his tender heart.
This Father. hast thou left her! Is it well?
All tender hopes that clustered round this
child.
Deep buried with the roses in his hands:
and she who, Mary like, in days that we're:
Had pondered all these things within her
heart,
sits dry-eyed in the shawow of her loss
On, grief made sweet with holy memories;
Oh, sacred mystery of love and loss;
Oh shadow lost within the light that
About the vacant, angeI-gu arded tomb
Far-reaChing through the years that lie
beyond.
Some one has wisely said, "Chil
dren whom God has taken away are
really our permanent possessions.
Death does not wipe way forever every
trace of the precious darlings whose
rosy tendrils have homed around our
hearts. - Safe in precious, death has
memory we hold them. And
Safe in the arms of Jesus
Safe on His gentle breast"
He gathers them, forever free from
the taints of sin. from the worlds
blight Of sorrow. And there is no
dark night of sorrow there, no pain,
and God himself wipes away all tears.
And Christ takes them in his arms and
Dlesses them as tenderly now as when
He laid His hands upon them in the
olden time. No gems SO pure. SO
priceless as ere the little children
whom God hath taken.
''And the foundations of the walls
of the city are garnished with all
manner of precious stones And the
twelve gates were twelve pearls, and
the street of the city were pure
gold"
I'm beautifully chosen words from
the above theme, and in tender voice
Rev Morgans pictured our little ones
up in heaven. The sympathy of the
community was expressed in the
large attendance at the stricken home
Thursday afternoon, the 18th inst.
Flowers, in masses Of purest lowell
ness, softened the pail of death and
graced the room where the beautiful
boy lay sleeping. On his eighth
birthday. little Graydon ziegler was
laid to sleep at Hillside besides his
late lamented grand father, George
e. Budd. He was born in the home
of his grand parents, had been
grandpa's idol, which endeared him
all the more to the fond grand
mothers heart. She had shared all
the guiding care Of his brief life.
Burdens have fallen thick and fast
since the loss of her hubsand. But
her brave spirit shrinks now from this
eliminating sorrow, all the harder to
bear because she is powerless to lift
this great sorrow from the grief
stricken mother-her own youngest
child. Graydon was such a little man.
Refined and gentle by nature. his
winsome manners endeared him 10
all the neighborhood. Even in the
ag0nizlng pain that racked the frail
body, Graydon did not forget the
graceful courtesies that always made
him so sweet and dear. He was re-
moved from school the last week Of
May on account of illness. But at no
time we're his friends greatly alarmed
until the last week when the precious
life ebbed swiftly and painfully away.
A little sister Helen is left to comfort
the stricken hearts of the mother and
grand mother. And manifold are the
Bympathies extended to them
A voice SPEAKS from the silence, saying,
This for you kept;
But My meaning you could not fathOm when
for your child you wept.
The living have left your hearth stone, but
with you shall he abide
In the beauty of deathess childhood, your
little boy who died"
B. D. S.