Rockingham post-dispatch. [volume] (Rockingham, N.C.) 1917-1965, 1922-02-23

to thank their many friends for the
kindness they rendered them during
the long illness of their little daugh-
ter, Minnie Ruth.
Little Minnie Ruth, had Rheuma-
tism, and as well as can remember,
she suffered series of agony for
about five OF six weeks. And all
that loving hands and hearts could
do was of no avail. Oar Heavenly
Father had need for that tender
flower in his kindom above, where
sickness, sorrow and parting are lm-
known.
Little Minnie Ruth was born about
March 10Th, 1919. A time when all
the trees ON all the hills opens up
their thousand leaves. She came
when last the violets dropping from
the hand of spring. When on the
trees the blossoms hung-Those
cups of odorous incense swung
When dainty robins sing.
How glowed the early morning
after night OF rain, when she pos
sessed their waiting hearts; TO go
out not again.
Dear Lord, they saia- with
thankful speech. Grant they might
love the more, for that new blessing
in their cup, that was so full before!"
February 18th, 1922. Before the
vfolets had heralded the spring,
not leaf was on the trees, nor no
robin there to sing, an angel came
that solemn night, Heavens glory
10 bestow, and take their darling
from their sight; What could they
Lord, at morning light, but weep and
let her go.
How dark the days tlIat will fol-
low that dreary night of pain;
Those eyes now closed, and never
more to open here again. Dear
Lord, we plead with broken speech.
Grant that the parents may love
the more, for this new jewel in the
crown where they had two before.
The remains was laid to rest
Sunday, Feb. 18th, at II, in the little
cemetery at Pleasant Grove Baptist
church. The funeral service was
conducted by the Rev. Mr.. Booth,
and assisted by the Rev. Mr.. Clark
of the Methodist church.
A large crowd attended the fun
eral, and weeped with the parents
and love ones, but we should con-
sidel, and look on the bright side,
aid remember that it is not the
whole of life to live or all of death
to die.
Though the air is full farewells to
the dying; And mourning for the
dead; The hearts of parents for
their children crying, will not be
comforted
Now let us be patient! These Sc
we're Affections not from the ground
arise. But oftentimes celestial ben
edictions assume this dark dis.
guise.
We see but dimly through the
mists and vapors, amid these earth
ly damps; What seems to us but
said, funeral tapcrs, may be heav-
ems distant lamps.
There is no death! What seems
so is transition; This life of mortal
breath is but suburb of the life of
elysian whose portal we call death.
She is not dead-the child of your
|affection-but longer needs your pro-
tections, and Christ himself do rule.
In that cloister's stiffness and Sc
clnsion, by guardian angels led safe
from temptation, safe from sins pol
luton, she lives, whom we call dead.
Day after day we think what she
is doing, in those bright realms of
air; Year after year, her tender
steps pursuing, behold her grown
more fair
Not as a child shall you again be-
hold her; For when with rapture
wild in your embrace you again en-
fold her, she will not be a child;
But fair maiden, in her fathers
mansion, clothed with celestial
grace; And beautiful with all the
souls expansion, shall you behold
/ her face.
We all deeply sympathize with
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