Devils Lake weekly world. (Devils Lake, N.D.) 1911-1914, 1912-05-24
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Today in a distant church yard,
where slumber those who were linked
to him by close ties of kinship, his
earthly form is laid to rest.
To the loving sister, who so tenderly
cared for him, we extend our sincere
and heartfelt sympathy, with friends
everywhere we join with saddened
hearts and chastened minds in express
sion Of profound grief.
| In the moment Of our deepest SORROW,
when the inscrutahle ways Of provi-
dence are to us a most grivous and
uncalled for affection, the words of the
apostle come to us as a far-of sound
and the thought that seat and the
Life to come, !" is but the development
Of the life that is, penetrates the mind
but dimly and then Swallowed by the
dark pail OF, conscious loss.
1t is at such times that we must eX.
ert the mind, the heart, the very SOU
and raise ourselves above the gloom of
plsonal bereavement and human desc.
| lation, and hiring forth in our hearts
| the hope "that this mortal must put
OH Immortality" and that earth is but
the mortal revesting itself in the
richer robes Of eternal life and posses
sion, and when W. have done that
when we have quieted the soul and calm
! ed the nind-thoueh we weep in Bit
ter desolation, if not resentment,
though we see but family through the
mist Of fast falling tears, yet we
know that out of the darkness Of the
shadow of deaf, shall come everlast-
ing life, and that the change incident
to death is but the Transformation in.
to higher nature.
And so, today as We bid last earth
ly farewell to our friend and brother,
let us remember that in hi; life was ev-
er present that love for his fellowman,
that sincerity Of heart and honesty Of
mind, that righteousness of spirit, that
I belief in life to come and that be-
lief in divine power controlling the
life that is and the life that is to be,
that by the token Of the Cross gives
him no fear as he walks through the
valley of the shadow OF deatn-and We
know that in "Death, the quiet haven
Of US all T" there is ~ sting fer him,
and that the victory Of the grave is
but the fruitless conque1ing of earthly
cay to the ultimate freedom and glor-
ifcatior Of an immortal soul
For more thai thirty years it has
been my privilege to know him sas a
friend. l have thought many times of
the sterling traits that made up his
strong but gentle character; Of his
unfailine kindness and sympathy' his
charity; his strong friendships; his
cheerfulness and happy humor and
; above all the calm serenity that seem
ed to always be his
hav sometimes wondered if it wa:
gift, or if it was achieve | through
struggle in which we weaker mortal,
fail to score victory cannot now
: recall an unkind, OF unjust act or wore
of his, and yet he did not lack in in
terest in his fellow beings. His affee
lions were deep, yet he built no bar
riers around his loved ones. but EN-
braced all humanity.
The end has come, the grim boatmar
has landed his precious load on the
bright shore of the other side of thu
silent river, Toward the light we tur,
in anguish yet in hope and IS he say
"good morning." we who are LETT be
!; hind say last "good night
: The crimson and gold of life's sun
! Sc have yielded to the opa' AM gre.
: of dawn-the dawn the life eternal
: where no shadow ever falls.
Rest thee in peace, and in our heart
loving memory forevermore.