| Show NU NUMBER I IBER ER 11 H IN ME MEMORY of h HERMAN ERMAN R F. F S who Died In Dec 30 1018 Death summoned him when in the prime of ot life liCe When all tho the future seemed most fair fairand fairand and bright He bid farewell to home and friends and wife wite To seek a home beyond our mortal sight A pioneer and strong in heart and arm aim He cleared the land and tilled the stubborn stubborn- soil Until at last he made his little farm tarm farmAnd farmAnd And saw reward for or unremitting toll toil Nor was his farm his only care and thought For Jor wider Interest claimed his active brain lIe He knew the good that education wrought The need of at means the youthful mind to train And AntI soon a modest school-house school rose roae near by That met the needs of ot all tho the neighborhood neighborhood neigh neigh- boyhood He saw it rise with an approving eye eyo And felt that he had helped a good He knew In union only was there might That one was helpless to redress t a wrong That corporate powers oft the right And won their points because their power was strong And so he ho helped the farmers organize or or- And Am form a n union to secure their right Their plan and laws by-laws he helped to advise And helped in many a long drawn legal fight lIe Ho served them well for tor many a try try- lug ing year And saw them win their rights from day to day Until at last they had no more to fear Justice at length was on all their side stay But dread disease that long had lurked unknown Its victim claimed and racked his hia wasting tr frame me Slowly it crept to claim him for tor ita own And slowly flickered out lites lite's feeble flame In vain soft airs rillS of California blow Vain do th the salt Pacific breezes sweep Too late your pure and healing currants currants currants cur cur- rants flow You cannot wake wako him from his long last sleep And so ho he passes passos like a n babo to rest roat Into that long and ami unknown other life lite And there upon Ulon his cold coM and lifeless breast Weeps all alone his early stricken wife Farewell old friend in Heaven I know you live rom From every pain and care and sorrow sorrow sorrow sor sor- row freed treed And nd Heaven some happy py recompense will give To him who lived this wise and sim- sim creed I would be pure for there are aro those who care I would bo be strong for ther Is much to suffer I would be bo brave for there thero Is la much to dare I would be bo friend of all the foe toe the tho friendless would be bo giving and anti forget torget the tho gift 1 I would be humble for tor I 1 know my weakness I t would look up and laugh and love and lift life N. N B. B DRESSER Normandale Farm Delta Utah March Marth 1919 |
