The Brandon news. (Brandon, Miss.) 1892-1961, 1912-08-29
IN MEMORIAM

where all is light and life and
love
''Shall have naught that is fair, said
he,
Have naught but the bearded grain,
Though the breath of these flowers is
sweet to me,
shall give them all back again. :
When night had fallen upon
earth with it's mantle of soothing
silence, when the dews of hea-
ven lay refreshingly soft upon all
nature, when the tired brain of
the thinker and the weary body
of the laborer were. STEPPED in
repose, when the stars shone
peacefully down upon earth,
clarifying every tree and blade
of grass, when every flower that
blooms, every passing breeze
told of an infinite Creator-it
was then God walked in his gar
den alone. Upon the bearded
grain, white for the harvest, He
breathed benedictions; upon
buds just opening their chalices
full of sweetness and promise,
He beamed a loving smile, when
straightway they began to grow
in greater beauty. At length, He
came to the roses that blossom
ed out into perfection of bloom,
He paused and contemplated a
rose of rare beauty. The promise
of a perfect bud had ripened into
the beauty of a lovely rose. The
loving heart of the tender Heav-
emily Father thought to HIMSELF:
1.-THE world is filled with folly
and sin. This earthly existence
is fraught with pain and sorrow.
The purest and best Of my earth
| ly flowers must know the cor
roding touch of sin. Loving
hearts are crushed by the sor-
rows of others:
Some hearts are kin to Lilies
All too tender and too frail,
Bow themselves in meek submission
Bend and break before the gale.
Before even the fair petals of
this exquisite flower are withered
by care, or sorrow, I'll gather it
to myself to bloom hard by my
throne, where no evil starred
wind may ruffle it's soft beauty,
where the rivers of pleasantness
may keep it ever fresh and lovely.
And so Jean McLaurin Womack
was one moment in perfect health
upon earth, the next caught up
| in heaven, where her radiant
young life basks in the light of
the Savior's love.
Did the dear Lord, in trans
planting this flower into His
heavenly garden, have no mercy
upon the dear ones, who had
worn her upon their hearts, to
whom she was pride and glory?
All yes, in that mansion which
he has prepared for the heavenly
housing Of this family. her
presence, together with father,
Irene and little sisters, will
strengthen the chords of love
which draw the hearts of her
loved ones to the Home Land.
Our father is but gathering his
children home, where no night
ever darkens the perfect day.
Only at the feet of the Man of
Sorrows who wept human tears
over the death of his friends,
can her loved ones find consola-
ton. Every one must tread the
wine-press alone, This sorrow
has come with crushing force,
shutting out the light Of hope.
as it were, to mother, husband,
brother and sisters. The whole
world seems wrapped in univer-
sal night. All nature seems COW
cred with a heavy pail. Even
the love of friends, however
dear, is of no avail.
The heart cries out against
this irrevocable death and bids
him light again the l9ye in the
eyes now closed, to open again
the.ips now DUMP to all pleading:
| But the Savior stands eyer
near, ready to quiet the tumul=
tous waves Of grief with His
Peace, be still" He reaches
out loving hand to lead them
safely through the valley, over
Swallowed by the death of this
loved one. His love can heal the
wounded spirit with the balm of
Gilead, making it possible to
meet each morrow, as it comes,
with strength for the days du7=,
ties. looking ever towards that
endless day, when we shall meet
s'our OWn'5 in the house not
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