The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1919-04-18
I'm MEMORLAM.

I'm sad but loving remembrance OF my
beloved mother, Harriet A. Miller, who
dpparted this life one year ago, April ~,
1918.
Death has robbed me Of my mother,
Of the one | loved SO well,
TAKEN from this world of sorrow
safely home with Him to dwell.
Gone from earth, yes, gone forever,
Tear-dimmed eyes will gaze in vain;
I shall hear her voice, OH. never,
Never more on earth again.
Home is sad, oh, God, how dreary,
Lonesome, lonesome every spot,
Listening for her voice till weary,
Weary for | hear it not.
Her we'll remembered footsteps
We are listening for in vain;
our eyes grow dim from watching,
And our hearts are sad from pain.
Farewell. farewell, mother dear,
Life in sad without you here;
Ent we may meet in heaven above,
Where all is peace and JOY and love.
By her loving son, Lewis Miller.
| miss her and mourn her in silence un-
seen.
And dwell OH the memory of joys that
have been,
Unknown and forgotten by some she may
But the grave that contains her is sacred
to me.
We saw her suffer, heard her signs
With throbbing hearts and streaming
eyes;
But now She calmly sleeps at rest,
All pain, all grief, all sorrow past.
T0u ask us IL we miss her?
Yes il fills our hearts with pain,
But her spirit safely whispers,
Weep not; in Heaven We'll meet again.
by her daughter-in-law, Mrs. Eva Miller
In loving remembrance or my dear hus-
band James Il. Strevig, who departed this
life six months ago, October IL, 1913.
Only few lines, dear husband,
To say | will never forget
The happy years we spent together,
For the memory lives with me yet.
| cannot understand why 1 had to part
With him whom / loved SO dear,
But God who dOeth all things we'll.
will some day make it clear.
Into sweet rest he has entered,
No more to wake or to weep,
IT, is smiling upon me from Heaven,
For my darling has fallen asleep
By his loving wife, Annie Il. Strev1g.
pcacefui be thy rest, dear father,
1t is sweet to breathe thy name,
In life we loved you dearly,
In death we do the same.
Dearest father, how we miss you,
Even more than tongue can tell,
But every day and hour that passes
Brings us nearer with thee TO dwell.
~ his loving sons. Edgar and Richard
StreVig.
In sad but loving remembrance Of my
dear wife and our dear mother, Harriet
A. Miller, who died one year ago, April
q, 1913
In memory I often see,
The one / love SO dear
Inc vision seems SO clear to me,
feel she must be near.
God called her home, it was his will,
But in my heart | love her still;
Her memory is as dear today,
AS in the hour she passed away.
By her loving husband.
WI, how hard we tried to save her;
Prayers and tears were all in vain;
happy angels came and took her,
from this world of toll and pain.
mourn for you dear mother,
But not with outward show,
fOr the heart that mournS sincerely.
MOurnS silently and low.
BY her loving daughter, Ada.
Vqr mother has gone to heaven,
now we miss her from our home,
"nhe we are weeping, she is rejoicing
Fralslng God around the throne.
We too, some day shall cross the river
we, ike mother, shall reach our home,
IN the blessed sweet reunion,
lhere Shall be around the throne.
by her loving daughter, Millie.