Grady County GaArchives Obituaries.....Pope, B. H. November 3 1911
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The Cairo Messenger, Friday, November 10, 1911
Death of Mr. B. H. Pope
With sadness we chronicle the death of our friend and neighbor Mr. B. H. Pope, 
who fell asleep November 3rd, 1911.

Oh, what a great shock it was to our community.  Seemingly none of his friends 
and neighbors could realize he had passed away.  He was a man that will be 
missed, for he was ever reaching out a helping hand to those that needed help.  
As a citizen, he exemplified the highest type of a successful Christian 
gentleman.  In private life he was tender and patient, so while we regret the 
loss of his wise counsel, his noble friendship and generous aid, we feel that 
he has fought a good fight and has gone to wear a crown from the hands of him 
whose he was and whom he served.  We rejoice that such a man lived and served 
among us.  He was an affectionate and devoted husband and father.

Let me say just here to the bereaved ones:
Though dark and heavy sorrow
Doth cast on thee its spells,
And gloomy seems the morrow 
Remember, "all is well."
Though grief doth hover o'er thee,
And dark clouds haunt thy sun,
Keep this sweet prayer before thee
"Father, thy will be done."
Though when life's bark seems freighed
With happiness for thee,
And with bright hopes elated
Thy heart with God may be.
Affliction's dark clouds lower
And grief thy heart doth stun,
Then pray in that sad hour
"Father, thy will be done."
And when earth's sorrows around thee,
Have fallen thick and fast;
When ties which long have bound thee,
So fondly to the past.
All sundered are, yet always
Whate'er to thee may come,
Submissive and resigned pray,
"Father, thy will be done."
Whatever in life's pathway,
May come of good or ill;
Confiding, thy fond heart may
Bend to thy Father's will, 
And when sadly thou doth grieve,
When all seems dark, yet one
Comfort is left for thee to breathe,
"Father, thy will be done." 


From "Capel Comments"
It is with great sadness that we chronicle the death of Mr. B. H. Pope, which 
occurred at his home at Akridge, last Friday night.  His death was a shock to 
every one.  He was sick only two or three days.  Mr. Pope ate some oysters in 
Macon, which caused ptomaine poison.  He was a loyal citizen, a good church 
worker and a friend to everyone.  No one ever called on him for help but what 
they received it.  Our sympathy goes out to the bereaved family, whose grief is 
great.  A large funeral cortege followed the remains to Pine Forrest Church, 
where Rev. J. P. Swann conducted the services outside the church (there being 
so many people the house would not hold them.)  The casket was laden with 
beautiful floral offerings from friends.  The Masons marched to the residence, 
where eight pall bearers carried the remains down a long line of Masons to the 
hearse.  They then marched ahead of the hearse to the church, the pall bearers 
marching behind, and the family next, a long line of buggies and automobiles 
full of sorrowing friends followed.  The Lord's will be done -- not ours.  
Although 'tis hard to bear, may the grieving ones see that it was the Lord's 
will.   

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