Reminiscences of Adams, Jay, and Randolph Counties . In broken accents pleadTo turn our minds more unto Christ, [ His inward voice to heed. But, Oh! how solemn was the sceneFor those aged pilgrims to more to meet on earth deep into our modest was their apparel,Unspotted of the world,Just waiting their blessed Masters call,Whose banner theyd long long did mother have to wait—Her longed for message cameTo relieve her of her smfTering here,She patiently bore in His name. ^ In eighteen sixty-seven it was And ninth month, eighth the day, jpt . As though o
Reminiscences of Adams, Jay, and Randolph Counties . In broken accents pleadTo turn our minds more unto Christ, [ His inward voice to heed. But, Oh! how solemn was the sceneFor those aged pilgrims to more to meet on earth deep into our modest was their apparel,Unspotted of the world,Just waiting their blessed Masters call,Whose banner theyd long long did mother have to wait—Her longed for message cameTo relieve her of her smfTering here,She patiently bore in His name. ^ In eighteen sixty-seven it was And ninth month, eighth the day, jpt . As though one fallen into sleep Jt She quietly passed away. A heavenly smile it seemed remained Long shone upon her face. The Masters image did reflect Through His ever blessed grace, But a secret joy sprang upward. Rose above all sorrow and grief, That she was gathered a ripened shock, Bringing with her many a shief. Side by side in yonder graveyard Were their bodies laid to rest. Some modest grave stones at their heads Dates their birth and age of CAPT. W. D. STONE. I
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