Wilcox County AlArchives Obituaries.....Sallie Weir March 29 1904
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Wilcox Progressive Era, Thursday, April 14, 1904

Sallie Weir.
  Sallie Weir, daughter of M. C. and Nellie Weir, was born September
19, 1899, and died March 29, 1904. Little Sallie, although only four 
years old had numbers of friends. It can truly be said of her that 
none knew her but to love her. She was indeed a ray of sunshine in the
home, and wherever she went her sweet and trusting disposition at once
made her loved.  
  She had been afflicted over a year having lost her sight and at 
times suffering untold agonies; but during the whole time she was
never heard to complain or seem impatient as it became evident to 
loving friends and relatives that she was nearing the Pearly Gates,
they would often talk to her of dying and oh, how sweet to hear a 
pure little child talk as she did. "Death had no terrors for her."
  She would say she was going to another world to live with the Angels, 
and God would give her back her sight. Dear little Sister, we imagine 
we can see you there now in perfect health and beauty among God's holy 
throng of happy children.
  She was a true little christian, and nothing gave her more pleasure 
than to go to Sabbath School every Sunday morning as long as she able 
to go, "Auntie" would have to dress her and go to church, and she was 
never satisfied until she knew every word of her lesson. Oh, how her 
little companions will miss her, but most of all the home folks. To 
them a light has suddenly gone out, and all seems so dark and lonely. 
May the God whom she loved sustain and comfort the bereaved ones, and 
help them to live so that when the summons, come, they can join her in 
realms of bliss.

There is no death although we 
 grieve
When beautiful, familiar forms that
 we have learned to love are torn
From our embracing arms.
Although with bowed and breaking
 heart,
With sable, garb and silent tread.
We bear their senseless dust to
 rest.
And say that they are "dead."
They are not dead: they have but
 passed
Beyond the mists that bind us
 here.
Into the new and larger life
Of that serener spere
They have but dropped their robe
 of clay.
To put their Shining ralment on,
They have not wandered far away - 
They are not "lost" or "gone"
Though dissenthalled and glorified
They still are here and love us yet.
The dear ones they have left behind
   They can never forget.
                    Friends who loved her.


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