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. oooooaoaoooa^CHXJOoooocH^oooooooaooooaooooooooooaaoooacUi LOVING MEMORYA Tribute to Our Dear Father and MotherMr. and Mrs. Wilber Bnrtlett i Oh, the days go by 90 • lowly,And our hearts are heavy and ait, Though we know our loved ones are happyAnd with them we should he glad; But we had just one father and mother No others their places can till:And the tears How fast When we think of theT gono From the cottage just under tho hill.No more can the wanderer go homo To the haven of rest from Ihs strife: H-me—childhood’s home -the dear Sacred place in life;For there’ll be no father am mother thereTo meet ui with outstretched arms, And gather us into the fold.Safe from dangers .nd harms.The tire has burned luw on the health. And there's m one ro ftflft it ngain. And the once cheery, vine-covered porchStands a monitor, ailent and grim. Ana the garden and Howers must to unkeptFor their makers lie just o'er the billOh. the heart is wrung.And th9 Son) is sad,For we want our parents still.Infancy, Childhood and Youth.All the way long they've been trua; And the best that's in us Is but the blossom and fruit Of the seed they planted, that grev.Their lives lived so simply ard purs, So devoted to what they thought best Have identified Father and Mother and Home With Protection,Sympathy, WestAnd so. when the billows of Life roll high,And our craft is almost lost,And the Soul cries out for a hand to save,And pity and pilot a:ross,There echoes a voice trom across theWhy.••I'll protect you, trust in me,”And Father’s hand reaches hack o'er the span And quiets the troubled sea.And Mother's sweet sympathy lulls uh to rest;Sree: llome-*-Kternity.AFor the mind born of the hod/* 11 needs Had its beginning hero.As infant's mind provei the theory true,As it grows from year to year 'till the bony is its temple,Ard mind Cod's crowning star Which raises Life to heights sublime And guides us o'er the bar.Anri then in memory s mantle Fnshrouds us in our gloom Father. .Mother, borne, and lleaven Live forevet past the tomb.An1 our mourning turnes to gladness, And our heartache tuma to joy;Life s ours, now and forever Naught can take it, nought destroy. We may change its 1 phere of being That but adds another link.Death is only a transition -Just a step across the brinkThen the Mind, the Soul, unfettered. Flits to worlds as yet unknown.And the body cnly lingers.Having been Mind's earthly home And we care for it most tender.Bury it 'neath sod and Howers; Knowing all the while the Victory li not in the grave, but oursAh, the beauty, then, of living In accord with Nature’s plan. Mourning rot at her transitions.Krawing, we abaU understand;~That, in Nature’s scheme ot working Wo re a ur.it of the whole.And that life will be perfected iThrough the medium ot the Soul.— Mrs Bertha Bartlett Harvey, Ithaca, N. Y.HARVEYCAREYLEADERS WHEREVER WE ARE
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Cattaraugus Times
Cattaraugus, New York, US
Fri, Jun 06, 1919
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