The central record. (Lancaster, Ky.) 18??-current, 1916-11-09
A TRIBUTE.
In Loving Memory Of Miss Ida N. Grant.

morning November md. she had been
i'll for some weeks. and the end was not
unexpected, but so quietly did the jewel
take its fight from the casket that she
seemed to only be sleeping. What a
peaceful ending to beautiful lifel
So peaceful was her death and SC
calm and beautiful did she lie that we
could not but think her own words, her
description of death was prophetic OF
her own passing away;
"She lies so still, that the Angel OF
Death,
Must have hidden her hold her breath,
Must have hidden her hearken and hear
The mystery of mysteries the secret
dear:
The meaning Of life and its ultimate
goal,
The rare felicity of the soul.
She heard and hearkened, and held her
breath
In ecstacy and that was death.
With her lamp filled with the oil of
religion, trimmed and burning brightly,
she arose to meet Him and with her
her hand in the hand of Him whom she
had so long trusted she walked thru
the dark valley of the shadow of
death" without fear or trembling.
Miss Ida May was the oldest and
dearly beloved daughter Of DR.. j. W..
Grant and Emma Price Graham. She
was one of Lancaster's gifted daugh-
tiers. writing from her school, girl days
to almost the time of her death, her
facile pen erecting, as it were. monu-
ments which will stand to her memory
in the years to come. Had she not been
Of such retiring disposition. and had
her gentle spirit been cast in stronger
mould she would have taken high rank
among Kentucky poets. The scholarly
quality of all her poetry was one of her
distinguishing characteristics. lmbued
with profound love of her fellowman
and nature. the simplicity of the Mas
ter, a well stored mind. real inspira-
tion-all these and more belonged to
this gifted daughter of Lancaster,
stricken before her race was fully run.
Last summer she went to Virginia to
visit an aunt and to Craig HealingSprings
she was taken, her family hoping her
health would be restored. but change
of climate. medical skill and the most
careful nursing were of no avail. she
came home Trailer and nearer the end
of life's journey than when she left.
While those who loved her cannot but
mourn her loss, it is sweet to think of
her as reunited with the mother and
sister who were so recently taken from
her. and to think of them where part
ing cannot mar their happiness and
where, at last. they have found 1.-The
peace which remaineth'.
The fuLeral services were conducted
at her late home Saturday morning at
10 clock by Elder F. NJ. finder and
Rev. II. S. Hudson, and on this beau
tiful Fall day when all nature rests
and renews her youth in the dew of
sleep this child of God was laid to rest
by mother, father and sisters who had
gone before. Profound sympathy is
felt for the lonely sister, Miss Lily
Grant. and the only brother, II. NJ.
Grant, of Norfolk, Va.
The news of her death has brought
back tender memories of the school
girl and girl older grown and many
requests for her poems have come
to US. A great deal she has written
will be found slowed away in old scrap
books, pasted in painstakingly and
lovingly by admlring friends and read
ers. many of whom have preceded her
''out OF the hitherwhere into the yon".
Peace be with her. She was an apostle
of sunshine-yea more. she had all
those graces of mind and all the force
and ability that makes womanhood ad-
Her death is a loss to the
From among her published poems i.
is not difficult to find exquisite little
gems that prove rich gifts and the
quality Of her power. but it seems to
the writer that no Gle single song tells
the story more sweetly of her wings
unfolding, bearing her thru the Golden
Gate" than the one printed in Popular
Hymns, often sung by the voices she
so dearly loved, which Is entitled;
THE SOULS LONGING.
Weary soul in mortal vesture,
What is thy unceasing quest.
Why art thou forever longing.
Why wilt thou not be at rest?
Askest thou my anxious spirit,
Where is thy eternal home?
Where are built the many mansions,
Where shalt thou forever roam?
Searchest thou the silent Heavens.
For an answer to thy pray'r?
Asking where abides the Savior
And the joys that thou shalt share.
Where doth rise the walls of Jasper.
Rising by the stream of life.
Where is built the unseen city.
Knowing neither sin nor strife?
Patient. still. my captive spirit,
Question not, thou needs but wait
Patient, till thy wings unfolding