Unveiling tributes . He was compelled to leave his home and all his many lovingfriends and lose the memory of the pleasant days that golden-wingedhave fled. There is no future life whose doors are closed to such as he, norshall the stream of a life like this flow to an evil sea. Mid clouds and darkness, into the closing folds of night, hisspirit sank to rest. From the fountain of eternal peace that spiritdrinks repose. His body moulders on the breast of earth, mixedwith the elements. His name, his deeds, will never fade—are suchthat time can not efface nor lapse of years destroy. This monument
Unveiling tributes . He was compelled to leave his home and all his many lovingfriends and lose the memory of the pleasant days that golden-wingedhave fled. There is no future life whose doors are closed to such as he, norshall the stream of a life like this flow to an evil sea. Mid clouds and darkness, into the closing folds of night, hisspirit sank to rest. From the fountain of eternal peace that spiritdrinks repose. His body moulders on the breast of earth, mixedwith the elements. His name, his deeds, will never fade—are suchthat time can not efface nor lapse of years destroy. This monument, erected by the Woodmen of the World, standsas a tribute to his memory, and bears, like many thousands of itskind, the emblems of the Order. To-day its beauty is displayed—the veil is raised that we may see it, that you may read it, that theblessed sunlight may shine upon it. A fitting ceremony has been held, denoting that we honor thosehe left behind, and hold his memory as a treasure. A TRIBUTE TO A SOVEREIGN. To know him better was to love him more. On a beautiful day like this, how sweet it is to gather^here,beneath this lovely, clear, blue sky, to witness a spectacleso solemn and impressive as has been offered in the nameof Memory. FgJ The mechanism of a life is broken, a brilliant mind has ceased towork, a ready hand is shorn of all its deftness and a soul has beendeprived of human habitation. It lives above. was a man of splendid physique—perfect as the classic Greek was he in form. Independent in demeanor, tall andimposing, he stood erect, and in submission bowed his head to Deathalone. He bore the stamp of courage on his face. Of rare andattractive personality, his broad proportions instinctively arrestedthe strangers eye and kindled within him a desire to better know theman. To know him better was to love him more. A child of natures noblest work, born out among the trees, heloved the things inanimate. He loved the children of the sun andsoil—the bush, the we
Size: 1828px × 1367px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bo, bookcentury1900, bookdecade1900, bookidunveilingtribute00butl
