Memorials of Lydia Whitney Sherman who passed away March eighteen, anno Domini, eighteen hundred and ninety-eight; . ay home of the soul,Where no storms ever beat on that glittering strand. While the years of eternity roll. Oh, that home of the soul in my visions and dreams. Its bright, jasper walls I can see;Till I fancy but thinly the veil intervenes Between the fair city and me. That unchangable home is for you and for me. Where Jesus of Nazareth King of all kingdoms forever is he, And he holdeth our crowns in his hands Oh, how sweet it will be in that beautiful land So free from
Memorials of Lydia Whitney Sherman who passed away March eighteen, anno Domini, eighteen hundred and ninety-eight; . ay home of the soul,Where no storms ever beat on that glittering strand. While the years of eternity roll. Oh, that home of the soul in my visions and dreams. Its bright, jasper walls I can see;Till I fancy but thinly the veil intervenes Between the fair city and me. That unchangable home is for you and for me. Where Jesus of Nazareth King of all kingdoms forever is he, And he holdeth our crowns in his hands Oh, how sweet it will be in that beautiful land So free from all sorrow and pain;With songs on our lips and with harps in our hands To meet one another again. PRECIOUS THOUGHTS THATSHALL NEVER DIE Virtue alone outlives the pyramids;Her monuments shall last when Egypts fall O, may we follow undismayedWhereer our God shall call!And may His spirits present aidUphold us lest we fall!Till in the end of days we standAs victors in a deathless land. ? Sweet souls around us, watch us still,Press nearer to our side,Into our thoughts, into our prayers,With gentle helpings THE OLD ARM-CIIAIH • I love it, I love it ! and who shall dareTo chide me for loving that old arm chair ?Ive treasured it long as a sainted prize,Ive bedewed it with tears, Ive embalmed it with bound by a thousand bands to ray heart;Not a tie will break, not a link will start;Would you know the spell ? a mother sat theke !And a sacred thing is that old arm-chair. [.\bove may be seen a picture of the rocking chair used by our motherfor several years prior to her departure.] ^See page 99. PreciousThoujjhtsThat ShallNever Die PRECIOUS THOUGHTS THATSHALL NEVER DIE And when the stream Which overflowed the soul was passed away,A consciousness remained that it had left,Deposited upon the silent shoreOf memory, images and precious thoughtsThat shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.
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