IN MEMORIUM
The following lines are inscribed to the memory of Mrs. Ida Jones, wife of John C. Jones, who died on February 22nd 1886, aged 27 years:
The gathering clouds of sorrow born
O’er our heads for months gone by
Their blighting showers of grief have pourn
To swell the flood to tear and sigh.
Ida, our sister, daughter, wife
Who lingered so long at death’s dark door,
Triumphed at last, and to this life
Bid adieu to its pain forever.
Oh, the weary months of suffering so
Who can know, who can feel, who can tell?
Would you have her stay? Or bid her go
Where the sad notes of anguish ne’er swell.
We watched her bedside through the day and the night
While disease on her vitals was preying
And to help and to comfort was but a task light
Twas the cold hand of death we were staying.
But death came at last, and was he not kind
To release from such suffering and pain?
Let us not then a sigh or murmur find,
That our loved one shall groan ne’er again.
Beyond these troubled, and dark shores of time
Let us hope our dear Ida is blest.
Let us look through our tears toward that happy clime
Where the weary may all find rest.
[Submitted by Mark McCrady and Cathea Curry]
IN MEMORIUM
The following lines are inscribed to the memory of Mrs. Ida Jones, wife of John C. Jones, who died on February 22nd 1886, aged 27 years:
The gathering clouds of sorrow born
O’er our heads for months gone by
Their blighting showers of grief have pourn
To swell the flood to tear and sigh.
Ida, our sister, daughter, wife
Who lingered so long at death’s dark door,
Triumphed at last, and to this life
Bid adieu to its pain forever.
Oh, the weary months of suffering so
Who can know, who can feel, who can tell?
Would you have her stay? Or bid her go
Where the sad notes of anguish ne’er swell.
We watched her bedside through the day and the night
While disease on her vitals was preying
And to help and to comfort was but a task light
Twas the cold hand of death we were staying.
But death came at last, and was he not kind
To release from such suffering and pain?
Let us not then a sigh or murmur find,
That our loved one shall groan ne’er again.
Beyond these troubled, and dark shores of time
Let us hope our dear Ida is blest.
Let us look through our tears toward that happy clime
Where the weary may all find rest.
[Submitted by Mark McCrady and Cathea Curry]
Inscription
27y 5m 17d
Wife of John C. Jones
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