The Marietta journal. (Marietta, Ga.) 1918-1944, 1920-10-29
IN MEMORY OF GLEN SULLIVAN

On August END, at $50 o'clock,
a. M, the death angel that had how
cred over the bed of our dear brother
Glen for three weeks, cut the brittle
thread of life and without a struggle
he left us as peacefully and quietly
as daylight ever glided away into
to combat the disease, and inmtharo
eventide. We knew that his sweet
soul had slipped off to a brighter
world.
He was sixteen years old, and when
inflamatory rheumatism fastened up
on him after an attack of flu last
March, he had no strength to combat
the disease, and in spite Of all that
medical skill, in spite of our breaking
hearts and prayers to God, He said,
cts enough Glen, come up higher"
Oh! Sad, sad. sad that we should have
to give him up so early, just as he
was entering young manhood, it
seems almost more than we can bear,
for now the dear old home has lost
its charm for us, for dear form is alb
sent-Olen, kind and true. Every
where we go there is the vacancy
which never can be filled.
Oh, do miss him so much as our
illness for the past six months has
kept US constantly together and when
| could not go to the door to get
glimpse of the pretty flowers he
would drag his dear little feet, all
stiffened by that awful disease, and
pluck the prettiest flowers he could
find and place them in vase in my
room. My heart breaks as think of
the future; no dear little Glen to
ever bring flowers to my sick room
again, or a cool drink of water, or
the choicest fruit from the orchard.
He was more anxious about the health
of others than himself, he would Of
ten remark that he didn't want any
one to suffer what he was suffering.
He was loved by every one, he was
boy in whom every one had confid-
ence. He stood as a splendid exam
pie of the worlds highest and best.
He was ever ready to lend a helping
hand to any one, and by so doing not
only did his own duties but helped
others to do theirs His life was
beautiful, good and true, with a
sweetness and gentleness of DISPOSE
ton that made him the comfort and
sunshine in our home.
His excellent disposition was shown
by the patient and cheerful way he
fore his agliction, never forgetting
to thank friend for the least kind
ness.
Dear Glen, we bid you goodbye
for short while, but we smile
through our tears and rejoice in our
sadness, and we are striving to forget
The parting and fondly thinking Of
the glad reunion some sweet day.
When such as he has gone from view,
Has disappeared behind the vale,
Why should we mourn that one so
true
Is homeward bound, with snowy sail.
Let US give thanks that he has lived
lived
And On our lives such radiance
poured
That with the memory of his words
his writing.
Our later, lonlier years are stored.
Why should we grieve, lament and
mourn
At what our blessed Lord has done
It is but right that he should go
And leave US in this world of woe.
There is no death--An angel form
Walks DER the earth with silent
tread
He bears our best loved things away
And then we call them dead.
He leaves our hearts all desolate
He plucks our fairest, sweetest
flowers
Transplanted with bliss, they now
Adorn immortal bowers.
And when he finds a smile too bright
Or heart too pure for faint or vice
He bears it to that world of light
To dwell in Paradise.
His loving sister,