The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1917-06-29

Rein A. Farver. aged 30 years, . months
and - days, who died near sam CreeA'
December II. 1910
Side bv side are we still. though a shadow
Between us doth fall;
We are parted and yet are NOT parteu'
Not wholly and all.
For still you are round and about me
Almost in my reach.
OF smile and of speech.
And I long to hear what you are seeing
And what you have done.
Since the earth faded out from your VISION
And the Heavens beyond.
Since you dropped OFF the darkening dllet
or clay from your sight
And opened your eyes upon glory
Ineffably bright.
Though little my life has accomplished
NV poor hands have wrought,
| have lived what has seemed to be ages,
In feeling and thought.
Since the time when our path grew so
narrow
SO near the unknown
That I was not permitted TO follo" AFTER
And you went alone.
BY her husband, Rein A. Farver.
Death has robbed us Of our mother
Whom we loved and "herished dear
1t was mother, yes dear mother.
Can we help hut Sh"d tear.
Yes we miss her. I" we miss her,
When we see her vacant chair,
And how sad our home is without her,
For dear mother is gone.
How we loved her yes We loved her,
All, no earthly tongue can tell,
But the Angels. they have called her.
Tp to Heaven with them to dwell!
BY her son. Orlando and WIFE
On the changes and the heartaches since
that morning,
As stood by that lonely bed.
And saw that the one 7 loved so dearly
Was numbered with the dead.
Mother. dear you had to leave us.
And we all loved you so well,
But oh how mother suffered,
None hut God can tell.
Farewell. grandmother, may your slumber
Be as gentle your love.
Ard when God will call us homeward
May we meet in Heaven ABOVE.
Bv her grandSons Earl and Edward
Six sad and lonely months have passed.
dear mother
Since We were forced 10 part,
You in your cold. cold grave
While we are left with sad and aching
hearts.
ON how sad and lonely is our home. dear
mother.
Lonesome. lonesome every spot,
Listening for the voice Of mother.
Weary for 7 hear it not.
Oh. the sorrow of the morning,
As were called home
Seeing the one We loved so dearly.
Pierced by deaths most evil dart.
bear is the grave where my dear mother
lies
Sweet j. the memory which never shalt
fade
Roses may withpr. leaves fade and die
Others may forget you. but never will !.
ON you. dear mother. we could always de-
And knew thar we had one sincere friend
Mud all the hours on earth you spent
Your heart TO MS was always bent.
BY her daughter. X. l.. Ogle.
She sleeps in peace. our mother sleeps,
God sent his Angels down.
To bear her ransomed spirit M
To his eternal home.
She sleeps in peace, O. children dear.
tbs sad to say farewell.
But mothers gone with saints to dwell,
Farewell, mother. farewell.
She sleeps in peace dear mother sleeps.
All feel hereft and mourn;
We miss her. yes. miss her here,
But she is safe at home.
Oh. our hearts are sad and lonely,
And we think it cannot be,
That our dear mother is gone, yes, gone
forever.
And her smiling face no more we see.
Oh how we loved her. yes. we loved her
All. no earthly tongue can tell,
But the Angels they have called her
Up TO Heaven with them to dwell.
She is waiting, yes, she's waiting.
Just across the silvery plain,
She is waiting over the river,
Where we know well meet again
By her daughter and sOn-in law, Mr ArT
Mrs. Merle CrumbaCker.
Dear grandmother, thou has left us,
Toss NlTy fnn1
But it's God that has bereft US,
He can ali our sorrows heal.
precious one from us is gone.
4 voice we loved is stilled,
\ place is vacant in our grandmothars~
home.
Which never can be filed.
We miss thy kind and willing hard.
Thy fond and earnest care,
Dur grandmother'S house is dark WITHOUT
thee now,
By her grandchildren, D. F.. K. F., o. F.
Fl. F., L Fl +
Mother, dear, how much we miss thee i
Miss thy Kind and gentle care.
t iS God that has bereft us ,
In God we trust and dry our tears.
Fears from our eyes are streaming
And sorrow shade. our brow
III blame not for weeping,
We have no mother now.
Mother 'tis we who are here
Children to thee ever dear,
We call thee but in vain,
Will yOu never speak to us again
Farewell, farewell, our mother. dear,
Life is sad without thee here,
)h may we meet In Heaven above,
Where all ia peace and joy ana love
BY her loving son; frankie
six months are passed, my hears still sore
As time passes on. we miss ner more
ara more.
But when this life with US is Ger
We hope TO meet you on the other shore!
'arewcu my mother near and: dear,
You know we would love 10 keep you
hsEFe,
But Jesus call4d and you nheFed,
And Angels HeI"UEned you away.
You're. gone to resi-. mother most dRsr,
We. Kn0w tl2.rt you have suffered here
We KNOW that you endured much pain
An L that ouy loss shall BIZ your gain.
TiS rrue YOU left US hero TO monrn,
\ ld never shall TO us reUurn,
But if wp'r faithful to trae end,
TrGA God m love will be" our friend.
~ nrr lovu4s daughter and S"a-in Ia W
.grhpl and Maurice BaiA-.