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Show THE DIXIE OWL IN MEMORIUM Shes gone ! Our Joy has departed No merry gurgle now passes those still lips; No laughter dances in those ! eyes; No sweet smile flung, Telling of a soul within Just bursting with the joy of living. Theres no response In those still, cold features, marble white in death The roses gone forever from those cheeks. Ah, can it be no more her voice shall soothe, Her smile make glad? Nay, say me not that she is dead yet, tis true! But somewhere in the dim and misty future A voice shall call, her voice ; Her eyes shall shine again, and beckon me, And she shall guide me, with her radiant smile, Across the river. MISS MERCY HEATON Died of acute appendicitis Dec. 9, 1920. Vilate Roundy. It can not be that we can walk always away from sorrows touch, else life would lose for us great heights to which we climb with tearful eyes, heights from which we nearer reach bur God. And when our souls must walk in sorrows paths, we whisper- ing say unto ourselves, Hush, God knows ; He knows how And when heavy is thy load. the hurt has grown less sharp, soft and still like the dawning of a mellow light floats a faint music down the stilling wind ; soft and peacefully His spirit enters in ; and we are made to see with changed eyes into the great mysterious beyond. And then we know that she we loved is with us still, that we may keep the memory of her smile, the music of her voice and, that Gods love will so enfold us all MBMywtoaflJiimgagHBPwaBaiifraigraiaBagaB about that we shall sometime go the selfsame way that she has gone, and with her, in His presence, understand and know what heights we climbed with blinded, tearful eyes. Venice Hopkins. When angels called you to their home You went without a fear, in peace, The purity your life had known Made you more willing life should cease. TO MERCY We mourn; the parting cuts like Dear friend, Ive known you all my life, And like a sunbeam bright youve been, Smiling, though you met with strife Willing to try and try again. Your aim in life was high indeed To make this world a better place, Perserverance was your creed, Ambition helped you in the race. steel. how we miss your happy smile, And yet no vain regrets we feel. Because your life was free from guile. Now let our lives be more worthwhile, For having known her as a Oh friend, Like her lets shed good cheer, and smile, And scatter joy unto the end. Geneva Heaton. |
