Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1916-01-09
BEAUTIFUL TRIBUTE
To MISS N|TA LUKE
(Tribute by one who loved herr

ink refuses to, flow, when | try to
write the fords, 'Nita Luke dead"
My tender, precious darling loved
one of nineteen years and eighteen
days. The light and blessing of our
homes, she scattered ray of sunshine
every where she went, her face was a
beam of smiles. She was a companion
to mamma and papa The lovely, low
cd and affectionate sister to Gussie and
Mae. A sweet cousin of mine
o; God, how hard it seems to this
human heart of mine! I yield with a
trusting Even so Father, for so it
seemeth good in Thy sight" Tho the
thorn that pierces my heart to the
depths, there blooms the fragrant flow
er of Christian comfort and through
my tears, falling thick and fast, there
beams the sweet splendor from that
Star of Heavenly Hope, which lighted
her way through the last twenty-four
hours of awful sueffring and death to
her glorious Home of the Soul"
Only four days ago, stood by cot
fin-a coffin-that held one of the
dearest, fairest form of modest, pure,
beautiful girlhood, departed, that in
my eyes, this world has ever seen; a
casket-but the yewel had ceased to
shine; a home-but the light had gone
ort; a body human-youthful, to whose
senses the breath of life was once as
sweet as it it to you and me-a bosom
pulsing with love and faith and joy
and hope, but whence all these had
liant with happy tender, trusting girl
ish life; but now the gentle hands
were folded-the wonderful chart of
love had ceased to beat-the precious
lips moved not in answer-she stirred
not at all at the sound of our pleading
voices; her cheeks, her face, once
glowing in youthful bloom like the
blended dawn of morning and the mel
low twilights tender beauty, her soul
loved so we'll, was now pale and cold
so cold and still! And OH her eyes,
her sweet bright eyes of such unspeak-
able light and love, did not beam and
sparkle-did not brighten at our COM
ing, Off they were closed forever on
earth and the flesh, listening to the
call of Death, had lain down in the
silence fthe shroud and tomb, while
the spirit thank God, hearing only the
call of Life, had leaped out in heav-
emily ecstasy of hope and song, and
gone up higher to live forever with
her Christ and His redeemed!
Oh! how we miss you, Nita
She rejoicingly testified fer her Saw
Jour before men, and united with the
Baptist church at Milledgeville, Ga.
last spring, while student at G. N. &
II College. This was her third year
there and she was taken sick on last
Thanksgiving day, came home on Sun
day afterwards, was sick two weeks,
missed her fever for two weeks and
relapsed on Xmas eve day, grew worse
ard was carried to Americas Hospital
On Dec. 3Oth, did nicely until Sunday
morning, when she grew desperately
i'll with perforation of the bowels.
Everything was done for her as far
as medical aid was concerned but of
noavail, her spirit took its flight Mon
day morning at ten minutes to seven
o'clock.
Oh! 1t seemed you could hear the
gliding barque of the Angels as they
came to bear her over the river" And
thus, as calmly as the setting sun, as
sweetly as a trusting child on it's
mothers bosom she
Laid her head on Jesus breast
And breathed her life out sweetly
there"
You know it is only natural for us
to magnify the virtues four loved
ores but after all, we know them bet
ter than anyone else and why should
we not with propriety speak of these
things, especially in written tribute
like this, which is the last rerhaps I'M
til | shall see her on tho rpcurrnctiOp