The Morgan College bulletin . presence she said Yes, so real is Hispresence that when I wake I expect to see Him sitting at my bed the wall in her bedroom was a reproduction of Hoffmans Christ inGethsemane and she would refer to Him repeatedly as her pitying Christ,she said that He knew her condition and surely He did pity her in her suf-fering. When some one remarked to her about her suffering, she repliedthat she did not suffer nearly so much as Christ. Everyone was impressedwith her cheerfulness during her affliction. Prof. J. H. Lovell has preserv-ed this impression in the followin
The Morgan College bulletin . presence she said Yes, so real is Hispresence that when I wake I expect to see Him sitting at my bed the wall in her bedroom was a reproduction of Hoffmans Christ inGethsemane and she would refer to Him repeatedly as her pitying Christ,she said that He knew her condition and surely He did pity her in her suf-fering. When some one remarked to her about her suffering, she repliedthat she did not suffer nearly so much as Christ. Everyone was impressedwith her cheerfulness during her affliction. Prof. J. H. Lovell has preserv-ed this impression in the following poem. Altho she suffered much she was always cheerful and whenever a vis-itor was permitted to her room, in spite of her pains she would bring to thesurface that smile that made her friends and warmed many a heart. Shedied early Sunday morning, fifteen minntes after one oclock. She was amember of the Methodist Episcopal Church during her entire life and inher latter years was a member of Trinity Methodist Episcopal Enduring Afflictions afrrtmring Hfflictiontf 39 & Dedicated to Mrs. R. E. Jones by Prof. J. H. Lovell ODS ways we oft in wonder scan,And often vainly try,When heavy falls the stroke on man, To find the reason why,The evil and the good must meet With sad misfortune and defeat, Must taste the bitter and the sweet—Theres not a tearless eye. To suffer long, though and be kind, Ah, truly this were love;Enduring pain with tranquil mind Is virture from bouyant faith that does not quail When men and skill and science failTo thwart the impending shafts avail, Comes from the Heavenly Dove. Afflictions sore! yet light, nor long, When with the Master borne;The bitter pangs though fierce and strong Are of their sharpness shorn;The heart refined to know no guile, The face retains a cheerful smileTo greet the friends who pass the while And sainthood to adorn. Sweet peace be thine, 0 trustful heart, Complacence thy repose;May every care from thee depart That t
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