Lexington Intelligencer, May 19, 1888
IN MEMORY OF MR. G.B. WARREN
All sweet with love and tender thoughts
His name is clustered o'er.
The sunny light of earlier years
Fills all my heart and more;
As memory leads with noiseless step,
Lifts up her brimming eyes,
And points to those most cherished scenes,
None fairer 'neath the skies.
That happy home, with loving wife,
His son and daughters dear,
That Heav'n seemed almost touching them,
So free from sorrow's tears.
But one by one the lov'd ones went
Up through "the gates ajar,"
The first in early flush of morn,
With naught of earth to mar;
The next with lively darling babes
Clasped to a mother-breast,
Laid all these priceless jewels down
And sweetly sunk to rest.
The other, when her heart and life
Seemed full of fruit and flowers,
Gave up her ripening sheaves on earth
To dwell in fairer bowers.
All this was sore and bitter grief
To those yet left behind;
For in this world we slagger oft,
So dazed and almost blind.
And yet, they did not shrink nor fall,
Firmly they lean'd on God;
And though all broken-hearted quite,
Meekly, they kissed the rod
But now he's gathered home at last,
With smile so pure and tender.
Ah! would I could with master skill
Some fitting tribute render.
And now, amid the ransomed ones,
So safe from pain and weeping,
In lov'd communion with the Lord,
Close in the Father's keeping.
Dear aunt and cousin, lift your hearts,
O, sink not now, at last.
For God's good hand still leadeth thee
As in the happy past.
And whether it be months or years
That he will have you stay.
He'll guard you through the darkness here
Until the dawn and day.
Corder, Missouri. F.M. Wilmot
IN MEMORY OF MR. G.B. WARREN
All sweet with love and tender thoughts
His name is clustered o'er.
The sunny light of earlier years
Fills all my heart and more;
As memory leads with noiseless step,
Lifts up her brimming eyes,
And points to those most cherished scenes,
None fairer 'neath the skies.
That happy home, with loving wife,
His son and daughters dear,
That Heav'n seemed almost touching them,
So free from sorrow's tears.
But one by one the lov'd ones went
Up through "the gates ajar,"
The first in early flush of morn,
With naught of earth to mar;
The next with lively darling babes
Clasped to a mother-breast,
Laid all these priceless jewels down
And sweetly sunk to rest.
The other, when her heart and life
Seemed full of fruit and flowers,
Gave up her ripening sheaves on earth
To dwell in fairer bowers.
All this was sore and bitter grief
To those yet left behind;
For in this world we slagger oft,
So dazed and almost blind.
And yet, they did not shrink nor fall,
Firmly they lean'd on God;
And though all broken-hearted quite,
Meekly, they kissed the rod
But now he's gathered home at last,
With smile so pure and tender.
Ah! would I could with master skill
Some fitting tribute render.
And now, amid the ransomed ones,
So safe from pain and weeping,
In lov'd communion with the Lord,
Close in the Father's keeping.
Dear aunt and cousin, lift your hearts,
O, sink not now, at last.
For God's good hand still leadeth thee
As in the happy past.
And whether it be months or years
That he will have you stay.
He'll guard you through the darkness here
Until the dawn and day.
Corder, Missouri. F.M. Wilmot
Lexington Intelligencer, May 19, 1888
IN MEMORY OF MR. G.B. WARREN
All sweet with love and tender thoughts
His name is clustered o'er.
The sunny light of earlier years
Fills all my heart and more;
As memory leads with noiseless step,
Lifts up her brimming eyes,
And points to those most cherished scenes,
None fairer 'neath the skies.
That happy home, with loving wife,
His son and daughters dear,
That Heav'n seemed almost touching them,
So free from sorrow's tears.
But one by one the lov'd ones went
Up through "the gates ajar,"
The first in early flush of morn,
With naught of earth to mar;
The next with lively darling babes
Clasped to a mother-breast,
Laid all these priceless jewels down
And sweetly sunk to rest.
The other, when her heart and life
Seemed full of fruit and flowers,
Gave up her ripening sheaves on earth
To dwell in fairer bowers.
All this was sore and bitter grief
To those yet left behind;
For in this world we slagger oft,
So dazed and almost blind.
And yet, they did not shrink nor fall,
Firmly they lean'd on God;
And though all broken-hearted quite,
Meekly, they kissed the rod
But now he's gathered home at last,
With smile so pure and tender.
Ah! would I could with master skill
Some fitting tribute render.
And now, amid the ransomed ones,
So safe from pain and weeping,
In lov'd communion with the Lord,
Close in the Father's keeping.
Dear aunt and cousin, lift your hearts,
O, sink not now, at last.
For God's good hand still leadeth thee
As in the happy past.
And whether it be months or years
That he will have you stay.
He'll guard you through the darkness here
Until the dawn and day.
Corder, Missouri. F.M. Wilmot
IN MEMORY OF MR. G.B. WARREN
All sweet with love and tender thoughts
His name is clustered o'er.
The sunny light of earlier years
Fills all my heart and more;
As memory leads with noiseless step,
Lifts up her brimming eyes,
And points to those most cherished scenes,
None fairer 'neath the skies.
That happy home, with loving wife,
His son and daughters dear,
That Heav'n seemed almost touching them,
So free from sorrow's tears.
But one by one the lov'd ones went
Up through "the gates ajar,"
The first in early flush of morn,
With naught of earth to mar;
The next with lively darling babes
Clasped to a mother-breast,
Laid all these priceless jewels down
And sweetly sunk to rest.
The other, when her heart and life
Seemed full of fruit and flowers,
Gave up her ripening sheaves on earth
To dwell in fairer bowers.
All this was sore and bitter grief
To those yet left behind;
For in this world we slagger oft,
So dazed and almost blind.
And yet, they did not shrink nor fall,
Firmly they lean'd on God;
And though all broken-hearted quite,
Meekly, they kissed the rod
But now he's gathered home at last,
With smile so pure and tender.
Ah! would I could with master skill
Some fitting tribute render.
And now, amid the ransomed ones,
So safe from pain and weeping,
In lov'd communion with the Lord,
Close in the Father's keeping.
Dear aunt and cousin, lift your hearts,
O, sink not now, at last.
For God's good hand still leadeth thee
As in the happy past.
And whether it be months or years
That he will have you stay.
He'll guard you through the darkness here
Until the dawn and day.
Corder, Missouri. F.M. Wilmot
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