them no more forever. The mysterious law 

 which loosens the silver cord and breaks the 

 pitcher at the fountain penetrates the heart. 



— George Davis. 



Life changes all our thoughts of heaven ; 

 At first we think of streets of gold, 

 Of gates of pearl and dazzling light; 

 Of shining wings and robes of white, 

 And things all strange to mortal sight. 

 But in the afterward of years 

 It is a more familiar place, 

 A home unhurt by sighs or tears, 

 Where waiteth many a well-known face. 

 With passing months it comes more near. 

 It grows more real day by day, 

 Not strange or cold, but very dear — 

 The glad home land not far away, 

 Where none are sick or poor or lone, 

 The place where we will find our own. 

 And as we think of all we knew 

 Who there have met to part no more, 

 Our longing hearts desire home, too. 

 With all the strife and trouble o'er. 



— Robert Bronvning. 



€l)e i^ome of l^et f atfjer^ 

 J^oUp J|iU,illanc!)e£(tEr,^orti) Carolina 



Her passing away brought sorrow to many 

 hearts, and the sense of bereavement does not 

 lessen as the weeks go by. 



In this home of her grandparents and the 

 boyhood home of her father all surroundings 



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