Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1920-08-04


sway in her fair body and, like some
canker worm gnawing its way into
the heart of some flower so beauti-
full, relentlessly and with a grip that
would not let go, reached out after
her life to take it. With fortitude
and courage and sweet patience she
fought in the afternoon hour of her
battle with disease. Courteous,
sweet, cheerful, hoping still to gain
the victory, she gave her last full
measure of strength. At last she had
to lay her armor down and surrender
to the relentless and merciless foe.
But yet what triumph was there.
For Disease and Death could not lay
their hands on her spirit which
clothed, immortal winged its flight
to realms of day." Death could not
bring her unto poverty when her
need was supplied according to Gods
riches in glory in Christ Jesus. Death
could not bring darkness to her who
walked in the light even as He is in
the light. To her Jesus had made the
promise, even as He makes it to US
today: "He that followeth Me shall
not walk in darkness, but shall have
the light of life" AS the sands of
| life were falling fast and the hour
drew near, she, with gesture of her
frail little hand, said: "Be silent"
No doubt at that moment her ears
grew dull to the voices of earth and
became keenly sensitized to the
voices from the other land fairer
than day. Then as the shadows OF
death deepened like midnight dark
ness round about her couch smile
not of earth possessed her face.
Then, with rapturous accent, she
spoke last that precious word which
she had spoken first, the dearest
name ON earth except the name OF /
Jesus-"Mother~
And then the afternoon battle was
at an end-a physical triumph for
disease and death-a glorious spirit
ual triumph for her. Think bit now
as we pause in holy reverence at her
casket of:
The Sunset Hour of Her Welcome to
Her Heavenly Home.
Beautiful as was her welcome to
her earthly home, more beautiful
still the sunset hour of her welcome
to her heavenly home. While you
who loved her and do love her so
are in tears she is in smiles. While
you who weep and we weep, she re-
ioices. While we sit in the shadows,
she walks in the city fair where no
darkness ever enters. One word
must say about:
The Afterglow of the Sunset.
Radiant beams from the sunset
hour of her life linger with us and
cast their haloes about us today.
This beauty is seen in the faces and
in the lives of loved ones who in
courage and submission say: Thy
will be donew 1 know and you know
He has never made mistake. The
beauty of the Christ is seen-the at
ter glow of the sunset is visible to-
day in the lives of those who, since
God wanted her, would not want her
who, since God took her, would
not have her back-who, in the mys-
terry of the passing of her young life
trust Him with resignation that is
Christian.
"They tell me 1 must bruise
The roses leaf,
Ere l can reap and use
The fragrance brief.
They tell me 1 must break
The skylark's heart,
Ere her cage song will make
The silence start.
They tell me love must bleed,
And friendship weep,
Ere in my deepest need
/ touch that deep.
Must it be always so
With precious things?
Must they be bruised and go
With beaten wings?
All, yes! By crushing days,
By caging nights, by scar,
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