Farewell, dear mother, sweet thy rest,
Weary with years and worn with pain,
Farewell, till in some happy place
We shall behold thy face again.
'Tis ours to miss thee, all our years,
And tender memories of thee keep,
Thine in the Lord to rest, for so
He giveth His beloved sleep.
Oh grandmother, thy voice is hushed,
Thy warm, true heart is still,
And on thy pale and peaceful face
Is resting death's cold chill.
Thy hands are clasped upon thy breast,
We have kissed thy lovely brow,
And In our aching hearts we know
We have no grandmother now. GRAND-DAUGHTER
The Herald of Truth , Vol. XXXVI, No. 7, April 1, 1899 - pages 108-110
Farewell, dear mother, sweet thy rest,
Weary with years and worn with pain,
Farewell, till in some happy place
We shall behold thy face again.
'Tis ours to miss thee, all our years,
And tender memories of thee keep,
Thine in the Lord to rest, for so
He giveth His beloved sleep.
Oh grandmother, thy voice is hushed,
Thy warm, true heart is still,
And on thy pale and peaceful face
Is resting death's cold chill.
Thy hands are clasped upon thy breast,
We have kissed thy lovely brow,
And In our aching hearts we know
We have no grandmother now. GRAND-DAUGHTER
The Herald of Truth , Vol. XXXVI, No. 7, April 1, 1899 - pages 108-110
Inscription
79 yrs. 7 mo. 10 dys.
Family Members
Advertisement
Explore more
Sponsored by Ancestry
Advertisement