The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1922-05-05

ID lint loving remembrance of our dea
VI A na Margaret Little. who fell asleep
No. three years ago May B. 1919
.,,,fpl memories of devoted mother wi
~ lam within my heart forever.
,be ffth Of May three years ago.
VI N dear mother passed away;
ri, ,,racio,is mother. precious mother. ever faItf
y" ful kind and true;
., -, rnp so sweet in Jesus,
~, hearts still remember you.
rears have passed my heart yet sore.
I'M u, INC fIies on miss you more:
. Md you home it was his will,
OI g., IN nv heart love you still;
~ memory is as dear to day.
~ "a, IN the sad hour you passed away.
p.lsntless death among US comes.
And bitter grief Imparts'
+, ,aL es our loved ones from our nome
put never from our heart.
-,-., Io,o, wears and still miss you.
M IN The world is sad and dreary:
! r. mss you darling mother,
Eyery day and everywhere
r,o.,yb my heart is sad and lonely.
And nv cross is hard to bear.
u / live with thIs assurance
Tia; Il meet you over there
=, o- 4. will ever be so sweet
4, = words you used TO say:
4 Va hour viii ever be so SAD
az the hour you passed away.
of..n seem to be cheerful.
VI ~, NE and they think am gay.
r., Alas arr gloomy and fearful
Rarause of you. dear mother lar away,
NJ, ,no,her. as the days roll by.
III b,,,e YOU re happy at your Sa vour's side;
o.t.,n,sy forget you and cast thoughts away.
oT ~, ss long as my chrushed heart beats.
4 Tho sweet thought of you stay.
n No loved her. YES no tongue can tell.
IL much we love her and how well:
"a T. = L,yed her too ana thought 1t best.
r. take dear mother home to rest.
r..,. speaks in time of sorrow.
And his blessed peace !mparts.
Il IL ne desc ated homestead,
III us TIU comfort broken hearts.
5. ,gomyself. think dear mother of you.
4 ,,4 think of the many things we use to do:
-tr.of the sweet things you use to say,
spS mink of each happy yesterday.
7..,.,rq times when the greif is so hard.
Ts hard 10 bear it seems;
Ell p.,be master 8 voice sWeetly Whispers,
g,re paticnce and courage to wait.
IA, come day you u meet your dear mother
FACE to face at the Golden Gate.
81 IN the vacant chair in our lonely home,
M heart grows sick with pain.
"a It19g for one glimpse of the vanished form.
81 That wall never come back here again.
of,times with dear friends to the graveyard
! wonder.
With flowers to place with gentle care;
8 On me grave Of my dear mother,
Who swcety resting there.
& 81, wore crown of patience.
Through the years she struggled on:
81 ~f..a dear hands that rest fBiever now,
Are the hands that made our home.
FL Whsr we saw our precious loved one,
Whom we rendered with such care.
. Slowly failing from our presence
ID Uay OUT aching hearts dIspaired
81 Surrounded By friends am lonesome.
uthe midst of pleasure am blue;
NJ srleon my face and heartache.
Always thinking dear mother of you.
Trs spring lime eternal in the regions above.
MI And fresh are the waters of fountains OF l. w.
S. Eger fairare the flowers of the Heavenly May.
And our dear darling mother has passed away
Haa eng,y is life what a phantom is pleasure.
h1H se1, the voice of the loved one that
Yy' a. she worshiped by earth as a treasure.
& 5ss-srghter than those of the heavenly thror
ohE. I'D il seem when her pale brow grew coli
fsrely our heartc throbed with sorrow untoi'
IT. at feeble chances. On how solemn 1t seemed
a'ea her dear eyes dropping through deaths
letters CLEANED
FL 4 she saw heavens dawn,
orei Sach furrow in thy face.
The silver in thy hair:
81 ilere We're naught hut beauty | could trace.
here were none onc-half 50 far
ne love shonc out from those dear eyes.
How the sign yet know:
y, Aindness, sweetness all that was good
Tear mother. mother mine.
lou nursed me in my infant years.
lou loved me a child:
lou shared with me my hopes and years.
WITH counses good and mild.
AMI when my crrng footsteps strayed.
, nov sad that heart of thine:
81 loiIOVed me better than before.
Dear mother. mother mine.
Vh mother smile on me from heaven.
-Hsn Tod to lead me when die.
mat may meet you darling mother.
some sweet day bye and bye.
ne only link death cannot sever
& Is love and memory which live forever;
Tone but not forgotten.
By her loving son. c. Edward Little.