The son of Isaac Newton CLARK & Elizabeth Hustler
Contributor: Terry Magyar (47053508) • [email protected]
Belmont Gazette
Friday, August 13, 1852
Deaths.
Died-On the 7th inst., of inflammation of the brain, Joseph H., youngest son of Isaac N. and Elizabeth H. Clark, aged 4 years and 5 months.
Ohio! why, my Joseph, wert thou snatched so soon
From friendship's grasp and Mother's doating arms?
Why sank thy sun ere yet it reached its noon,
To spread full blown thy virtues budding charms?
Why wert thou plucked, the blooming rose, away
Whilst faded vice yet lingers on the stem"
Why not permitted here, awhile to stay,
To bless thy parents, a pure unsullied gem?
Too pure thou wert, too pure for the gross clod.
Like a bright dew-drop kissed from earth away,
To heaven thou'st gone to meet thy Maker, God,
And thine seraph in the realms of day.
Perhaps in kindness, heaven had thus ordained,
to rescue thee from ills of riper years;
Perhaps if thou hadst lived, alone remained
A life of pain, of sorrow, and of fears.
Farewell my Joseph, fare-thee-well again,
Accept this tribute of a friend sincere,
As the last offering that can now remain,
Save the sad ones to weep upon thy bier.
W***
The son of Isaac Newton CLARK & Elizabeth Hustler
Contributor: Terry Magyar (47053508) • [email protected]
Belmont Gazette
Friday, August 13, 1852
Deaths.
Died-On the 7th inst., of inflammation of the brain, Joseph H., youngest son of Isaac N. and Elizabeth H. Clark, aged 4 years and 5 months.
Ohio! why, my Joseph, wert thou snatched so soon
From friendship's grasp and Mother's doating arms?
Why sank thy sun ere yet it reached its noon,
To spread full blown thy virtues budding charms?
Why wert thou plucked, the blooming rose, away
Whilst faded vice yet lingers on the stem"
Why not permitted here, awhile to stay,
To bless thy parents, a pure unsullied gem?
Too pure thou wert, too pure for the gross clod.
Like a bright dew-drop kissed from earth away,
To heaven thou'st gone to meet thy Maker, God,
And thine seraph in the realms of day.
Perhaps in kindness, heaven had thus ordained,
to rescue thee from ills of riper years;
Perhaps if thou hadst lived, alone remained
A life of pain, of sorrow, and of fears.
Farewell my Joseph, fare-thee-well again,
Accept this tribute of a friend sincere,
As the last offering that can now remain,
Save the sad ones to weep upon thy bier.
W***
Inscription
Aged 4 y, 7 m (very old stone)
Gravesite Details
Burial from 1960 cemetery reading
Family Members
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