Marion Grey Moon

The Free Press Newspaper
Cartersville, Georgia
January 12, 1882, Page 3
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In Memoriam.
On the 8th instant little Marion Grey Moon departed this life.  Born on the 8th day of September, 1881, the pride and fond hope of loving parents, its life was innocent short and simple.  When the pure die earth loses, heaven gains another attraction.  Men bewail the truth that “whom the Gods love die early,” ‘tis but obedience to the divine behest, “Suffer little children to come unto me forbid them not, for of such is the kingdom of heaven.” 

As if shunning the hindrance of a mother’s dear caresses and tender wooing, a father’s almost idolatrous love and attentive ministrations to delay its exit from a world of trial, pain and woe, she sweetly laughed them good-night in apparent good health, happy contentment beaming from bonny eyes, while a smile of sweet trust and confidence in parents ever watchful and abounding care, radiated over its downy cheeks reflected in a mother’s ever attentive eye, cherished by a father’s loving heart.  She received a father’s warm embrace, was kissed by hopeful mother into quiet slumber.  Awakening at midnight the anxious mother looked upon her, saw her asleep in Jesus’ arms.  She, the first of mother’s thoughts and whole of father’s heart, had passed the pearly gates.  The yearnings of mother’s broken heart, father’s petitioning entreaties, physician’s skill, who was instantly summoned, could not call back to the tenement of clay the spirit that had already wended its flight.  Though beautiful seraphic in appearance, for the glow had not left the flower, the harmony of the echo had not ceased, but the amaranthine blossom had been transplanted to bloom in the gardens of heaven, and the bird that trilled the sweet song even then had migrated to the courts in paradise and on angels wings was chirping its matin pean of a Savior’s love.  Parents and friends, by its absence here, know its bright presence There.  We did not attend its wants here.  It knows none There.  Cannot comfort it here.  It is happy There, for by the eye of faith we penetrate beyond this “veil of tears” and behold it safe, hear the cherub’s voice as it nestles safe in a Savior’s arms.  The little boat but just launched on life’s tempestuous sea, shielded by parents loving hands and hearts from the buffets of its wind and its waves until it floated beyond the reach of their too short arms was met by the gentle Savior walking on the bosom of the water and on the rising tide rowed into the Heavenly port and anchored in eternal calm and sunshine.  Parents protected, guarded and provided its every want here.  The good Oarsman will watch over it, guide it, and fold it in merciful arms always There.  May the parents ascend the ladder Jacob saw and meet it There.
Cartersville, Jan. 11, 1882.


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