In
the sad but loving remembrance of our beloved one, Annettie E.,
beloved wife of Lewis C. Johnson of Mechanicsville, Maryland, who died
October 6, 1905 in the 42nd year of her age:
"When
cruel death wrenched from our grasp the noblest treasure of my home, so
early in the bloom of womanhood was she, so tenderly had been her family
cares with her beloved ones, which she fastened with the chain of her
affectionate hopes that the Master has severed it in two and fastened it
to the proud place which she has won. But there came a voice -- it was
the voice of her God -- "I love Thee, I love Thee, pass under the rod;
and yet this is a bright, glad, beautiful world, fragrant with the odor
of flowers, tuneful with the songs of birds, resplendent with the
glories of earth and sea and sky; and yet its attractions now are not
noticed, for that grim, merciless death has appeared in our midst and
snatched form my companionship my beloved one, the joy and pride of my
home, and all that I had is gone, leaving me and seven children to the
merciless world, and in our hears there is a cadence of despair and
gloom and sorrow. Indeed the world seems emplty and cheerless to me,
and I my hear there is a dreary, dismal, aching void.
The only
consolation that is vouchsafe is the sweet realization of the fact that
my darling is at peace. The one whom I have lavished my affection is
now in that land "Where the weary are at rest." Bending over the open
coffin, looking at the folder hands which will never clasp mine again in
this world, gazing upon the closed eyes in which I will never see my
image reflected on this earth, the scaling tears fell as I realized that
my earthly companionship with her is forever at an end. But there is
consolation that my heart's idol has heard the words From the Father's
lips, "Well done, thou good and faithful servant, enter thou into the
joys of My love." The poor, worn frame will never be racked with the
agonies of pain -- her suffering is at an end and it will only be a
little while when I shall cross the dark river and join her among the
hosts of loved ones on the other shore."
Peaceful
be thy slumber,
Peaceful
in the grave so low;
Thou no
more will join our number,
Thou no
more our sorrows know
Or again
we hope to meet,
When the
day of life is fled,
And in
heaven with joy to greet Thee,
Where no
farewell tears are shed.