The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1919-10-17


of the Creator, but some day
When the mists have raised in gladness
From the mountains and the hills.
And the sunlight breaks i'm splendor
On the rivers and the rills;
We will read golden promise
In the rainbow of the spray,
We shall meet-and part no, never
When the mists have rolled away.
By those who have not forgotten.
In sad but loving remembrance Of my dear son,
William Grimm. who died October b. 1913.
The month of October is here again
To me the saddest of the year,
For il was on an October day
That my dear William passed away.
Icannot forget you dear William.
Though long may seem the years.
And often i'm my lonely hours,
/ wipe away the tears.
did not know the pain he bore
did not see him die,
/ only know he passed away
Without bidding us goodbye.
By his Mother and Father.
In sad but loving remembrance of my dear
mother and brother, Mary E.. and Carroll Zentz,
who died one year ago. October and October 10.
1913
The month of October again s bere.
To me the saddest of the year,
Because one year ago today
My dear mother passed away.
mourn for you dear mother,
But not with outward show,
For the heart that mourns sincerely
Mourns silently and low.
by her loving daughter.
Mollie Greenholtz.
Rest in peace dear brother,
Ono passed
Unknown and forgotten by some you may be-
But the grave that contains you is sacred
to me.
By his sister, Nellie.
James E. Strevig, who died one year ago today,
October IL, 1918.
The month of October once more is here.
To us the saddest of the year.
Because it took from us away
My dear husband and father one year ago today
I think of you in silence,
No eyes cen weep,
But many silent tear shed,
When others are asleep.
DAYS of love forever ended,
Passed and vanished from my side.
And that loving on which rested
Is no longer at my side,
And the voice loved to follow.
Never more shall be my guide.
One year we have grieved since his dear
Or heard his sweet voice in our home circle place
And we wait in our tears in devotion and love,
Until we meet him, with Jesus in Heaven above.
Dear daddy when the flowers bloom
And the trees in%beauty wave; D..
We will gather up little bunch,
And lay them on your grave.
By his loving wife and children,
D Annie L. Strevig.
In sad but loving remembrance of my dear wife.
who died years ago, October 49, 1917.
mourn for you dear wife,
But not with outward show,
For the heart that mourns sincerely;
Mourns silently and low.
Gone but not forgotten"
p BY her husband, John w. Brickner.
In loving remembrance Of my dear wife and
mother, Clara Louise Wimert. who departed this
life year ago, October 18th, 1913,
When the Angels brought the message.
That my darling wife must 60;
None but those who have lost one,
Could my grief and sorrow know.
Friends may think I'll soon forget.
And my wounded heart be healed.
But they little know the sorrow.
That's within my heart concealed.
All the years we spent together,
All the happy. golden hours,
Shall be cherished in remembrance,
Fragrant sweets from memory's flowers.
Day by day we her fade
And slowly sink away.
Y ct often i'm our hearts we prayed
That she might longer stay.
We were weeping round her pillow,
For we knew that she must die;
1t was dark within our bosom,
1t was light within the sky.
What grief and pain she suffered here,
None of us will ever know,
For Jesus took her home with him,
Where tears will ever flow.
Her busy hands are folded,
Her toll on earth is done;
Her troubles all are ended.
Her heavenly crown she won
Dear wife, you will never be forgotten;
Never shall your memory fade, 4
Sweetest thoughts will ever linger = g
Around the grave where you are laid.
Alone in the silent graveyard
Meath the sod and the dew, - -.
Never one moment forgotten, -
My hearts idol. still think of you. -
BY her loving husband. Walter G. Wimert.
One year ago. since you departed
From our midst to Heaven above,
And to thy grave we often wander
And think-mother, why has thou left us.
Dearest mother, could you speak to us,
And could you live again.
Our aching hearts would then be healed
But this we wish in vain.
Earth has lost it's look of gadness,
Heaven seems to US more bright
Since the spirit of our dear mother,
Took her happy, homeward fight.
And we long to cross that river.
Long to rest upon that shore,
Then to see, and know, and love her.
With the Savior, evermore.
On every turn we seem to need the;
Our hearts are sad, though we do our best;
From morn to night we ever miss thee,
Since the day that you were laid to rest
Lonely the house and sad the hour,
Since our dear mother has gone,
But a brighter home than ours,
In heaven is now her own.
The midnight stars are beaming,
Upon silent grave.
Where sleepth without dreaming,
The one we could not save.
Tears from our eyes streaming
And sorrow shades our brow;
| Oh blame not for weeping,
We have no mother now.
\ Oft to the graveyard we wander,
| Flowers to streW with tender care,
| On the grave of our dear mother,
| Who is lonely sleeping there.
d BY her loving Children.
Love For Son Draws Milton P. Mar.
tim And Mary Martin Together.
| Drawn Together by their affection