The weekly chieftain. [volume] (Vinita, Craig County, Okla.) 1905-1913, 1911-03-17

Judge John c. Pollock OF the United
states district court has written and
presented to friends an eloquent tri-
butte which he has penned in memory
OF the late Del Dean of Kansas City,
II is as follows
IN MEMORY OF DEL DEAN
''Knowest thou not the rose that blooms
beside thy door
win waste upon the gale its fragrant
store and fade and dieg'
The river of life has its source amid
the unexplored Businesses of the in
finite Past and its confluence in the
undiscovered realms of the eternal FO-
ture. We are but the guests and spec
tators OF the ephemeral Present. A man
noble, generous. brave and true, pass
ing our way. met us, stayed for the
day. laughed with us in our joys sym
pathiEed with us in our sorrows, be-
came our friend At night, being
weary, he lay down 60 that deep sleep
from which no morrow's cares shall
ever rouse him-passed down with the
current bedecked with flowers and be-
shrouded in tears
When n great man dies a nation
mourns: when a good man passes away
the people weep: but when friend is
taken it is as If the light had gone out
OF our lives, and a darkness, deep, inn
penetrable, appalling had fallen upon
our world The human mind con-
templates with mingled emotions of
awe and admiration the magnificent
displays OF the power of Infinite. At
the howl Of the oncoming storm in its
rage, the mad rush of the torrent un-
controlled In its course. or the heleh,
ing forth of the pent.up forces of Ma.
ture We tremble In fear but in the
presence Of him on whom has fallen
that strangely silent aud mysterious
ehange called Death, we feel our near
approach to the Infinite, for God is
there Rlauehed of face. palsied Of
mind, mute Of tongue, We stand, as
inefficient aud powerless to help or
harm as babes numbly
We wonder what day of the week
We wonder what month Of the year
Whether twill be daylight or darkness
And who will bend over our bier
Dear. patient. loving. big.hearted Del
Dean has worked out the little prob,
lena Of his life, paid the penalty ot liv
me, solved the mystery Of death. and
awaits oar cenaing st the confluence
OF the river. When We gather at the
Round Table he win not meet with MS
though the chairs he all taken. they
will not be filled, our ieStS and jjbeS
viii disturb him not, flashes Of Wit as
the daOds On the table, viii pass him
~, in memory only viii remain. The
twin ehaneellors of the Deity, Cause
aud E0eet. brought him into our lives,
name him our friend We have been
the happier and are the better that he
lived Bowjug to their immUtable de-
cree entered against all mortalS, he
went his way. The record Of his HE IS
made up and seated, 1t IS safe trom
ehauge or dissolution tor il is part 81
the eternal Past Neither the praises
Of friends nor the critje's5a If enemies
can ADD thereto 81 detraot thereirom,
What he was. be is. and viii he 81
wSyS
aae mtstS viii steal MP from the valley
below
The stars win shine forth with their
Silvevy glow.
Tae SpunS vii coase ana the flowers
w})l Aloom
But he MI ~ tAem Is, t7om Rs
silent toasa
Nsy srssn6s ss caeatleSs as tAs sa4s
above
AS Stea6sast ara fa.gasol II tAeir love.
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tears
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sas ye&rS
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