In Memoriam

In Menoriam

The following lines in memory of Nathan Sutton Nixon, deceased, were written by his daughter:

Yes, we know the depth of sorrow,
Deep within the human heart.
When death steals away our loved one
And we are called from him to part.

But, oh! how hard to lay him down,
How hard to give him up,
To seal within the silent tomb
Oh! sorrow's bitter cup.

Think you dear ones it were in vain
Our loved one came to earth,
To gladden here his three score years
With his joyous youthful mirth?

Oh, no, my friends, it was not vain;
He filled his mission well;
His life so pure, his record bright,
While at his post he fell.

Just think of him as sheltered
Safe in the Shepherd's fold;
No sickness there will enter,
No sorrow, pain or cold.

Now papa, will be watching
And waiting by the shore,
To greet his wife and children
When the boatman rows them o'er.

Mother, children, strive to meet him
Yonder on that blissful shore;
Friends, with what joy he'll greet you,
Then all partings will be o'er.

Then cheer up, dear ones, cheer up,
And let your tears be dry.
An abundant entrance papa's gained
To glorious realms on high.