Henderson daily dispatch., 1941-05-16
IN LOVING MEMORY or MRS. =
J. MCMILLAN. WHO PASSED
AWAY MAY 10, 1898.
TeeterNille, Ontario, Ca,

Since death It's gloom, its shadows
east
Within my home, where all seemed
bright,
And took from me my shining light.
l miss that light, and ever will:
Her vacant place there is none can
MI.
Down here | mourn, but not in vain
For up IN Heaven we will meet again.
] have lost my souls companion.
A life linked with my own.
And day by day | miss her more,
As walk through life alone.
NJ Ouc heard the footsteps
OF the angels drawing near,
Who took from earth to Heaven
The one | loved 50 dear.
The pearly gates were opened
And a gentle voice said ~Come":
And with farcWells unSpoken
She calmly entered home.
Many a lonely hour and many a lone
~ night
] think of you. dear Virginia,
IN your heavenly home so bright.
NJ one knew how hard the parting
" HIldl tflt dlcNt cost,
But God and his holy angels
Have gained what ! have lost.
The world may change from year TO
year.
And friends from day to day:
But never will the one | love
From memory pass away.
At home IN the beautiful hills Of
God
BY the valley blessed so fair:
Some day when my task is over
VIII JON my loved one there.
! nave only your memory, dear Vir-
glnia,
10 remember my whole life through;
But the sweetness viii linger for
ever,
A treasure the image Of you.
Though your smile has gone forever
And your hands | cannot touch,
! hall Y lose sweet memories.
OF the one | loved so much.
Tier HE was a beautiful memory.
Her absence, 4 silent grief.
She sleeps in Gods beautiful garden
In sunshine and in peace.
When the toll of the DAYS are over
Il my thoughts are settled down,
mere IS One thought never leaves me
VI me VIE WhO now is gone
)hlnk of her in silence
NO eye can see me weep:
but many a silent tear is shed
When others are asleep.
Inc midnight stars are shining
Upon your silent grave.
Beneath It sleeps the one | love;
The one | could not save.
You left behind some aching hearts
Ihat loved you most sincere;
That never have, and V will,
Forget YOU, Virginia dear.
But the rolling stream of life roll
on,
n still the vacant chair
recalls the love, the voice, the smile
VI one who once sat there.
! often sit and think of her,
When | am all alone,
Tor memory IS the only friend
mat grief can call its own.
Like IVY on the Withered oak
"ien all other things decay,
wy love 1or her will still keep green
AND never fade away.
put gone is the face | loved so dear,
niiehl the voice | loved to hear.
LIS sad, but true; | wonder why
me best are always the first to die.
out memory drifts to scenes long
past,
dIihe rolls on, but memories last.
ouilshlne passes, shadows fall
oul loves remembrance outlasts
them all.
ror remembrance is a golden chain
DDedN lrled TO break, but all IN VAIN.
80 nave. to love, and then to part,
~ lhe greatest sorrow Of ones heart.
Il years may wipe out many
bu' this they wipe out
Inc memories Of those happy days
"heh we were both together.
nu' death oten comes to let us know
we ioVe more dearly than we show.
N"l love IN death should make us
"hat love in life should always be.
NAo mere IS n who misses you
sadly,
tI'uS the time long since you went.
N'lo l think of you daily and hour
ly;
p r' Try to be brave and content.
VI W. years we journeyed together,
Dc. eai' TO heart, and hand in hand.
~ u' you were the first to journey
~ una, bright and better land.
NnoW you will be watching and
~, waiting
vvlieil my lonely life is over;
W. uuu VIII be the first to meet me
't'i l reach that shining shore,
Mirupholy remembered by p. J. Nc
p', i" and three daughters, Hazel,
Ao1h, and Sylvia.