Butts County GaArchives Obituaries.....:Mary Saunders August 1889 ************************************************ Copyright. All rights reserved. http://www.usgwarchives.net/copyright.htm http://www.usgwarchives.net/ga/gafiles.htm ************************************************ File contributed for use in USGenWeb Archives by: Don Bankston http://www.genrecords.net/emailregistry/vols/00024.html#0005864 December 25, 2003, 10:11 pm Middle Ga ARgus Mary Saunders - Memorium Death is at all times sad, and under all circumstances. The putting away in the silence of the tomb of a loved form, the stilling of a heart whose every pulsation beat in unison with our own, the silencing, with the cold seal of death, of the lips which were wont continually to speak to us in loving words of endearment, is inexpressibly sad. But separation and bleeding hearts are inevitable in this life, but language can never fathom the depth of a family’s anguish when they first realize that Mother is dead. The loving lips are mute, the beaming eye is lustless, and the soft, tender hands will cling to us no more forever. The garments she wore and pillow, upon which her head reposed tenantless and neglected, proclaims that Mother is no longer here, and the hearts of the family are restless with despair. They cannot feel that what seems to us but sad funeral tapers No. Children, Mother is not dead – she is only a visitor, a guest who has left for a healthier, happier home, “in the summer land of song” – gone to receive the fostering care of a parent yet more tender and loving than she was; gone to register another arrival on the lamb’s book of life. Now would you feign have Mother reign her crown, give back her harp, squander her immortal heritage and like a prodigal, leave the Father’s house and come back to be fed on the husk and endure the pains and cares which are inevitable in this bleak and desolate existence? Ah, no; for while the dust weeps the soul has cause for joy – joy that reaches and expands beyond expression, for Mother has found refuge from danger, a shelter from the storm and she is now clothed in a robe which cost the wealth of Heaven to buy. You, too, are passing away close behind; almost in calling distance of your angel Mother. That Mother is as an anchor lifted from earth to moor you to the skies. Already you feel that the clouds which bind you here are loosening and unseen hands beckon you from the distant shore, and when your time comes Mother will see you coming, her harp will fall, her crown lie dropped and forgotten, as she bends forward and reaches her arms towards you, and sing with Heaven’s sweetest sweetness, “Children, dear children, come Home to me now.” Middle Ga Argus – Week of August 20, 1889 This file has been created by a form at http://www.poppet.org/gafiles/ File size: 2.8 Kb