In Memory
At 2 o’clock on the morning of Feb. 15th the pale angel Death rowed his phantom boat across the mystic river, entered the happy home of Mr. G. Wiseman Greene, and carried away the pure spirit of little Kissie.
Her stay on earth was a brief one, only about 15 months, yet brief as it was, the little form had twined itself around the hearts of those who knew her, and the home will deem desolate and lonely without the childish prattle of little Kissie.
Some times we wonder why it is that those tender buds are torn from the parent tree when they are being cultivated with such care, but some where in the eternal summer land our Father has a place to plant them where they will bloom in fadeless beauty.
We sympathize with the bereaved father, brother and sister, where home is left lonely again by the relentless hand of Death, but would console them with the fact that if they are true to the Master, they will meet their darling again, for he who has provided a balmy South for the birds to which they fly intuitively, with blind hope and trust, has provided a shelter for us, where we may meet the loved and lost and realize our soul’s dreams.
Yet ever the lonely way, over the unknown sea we call Death, He will guide us save to a haven, a land immortal, not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.
-------Lula Adams, Hangaman, N.C.
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