Will Thomas Word |
The Free Press Newspaper |
Cartersville, Georgia |
July 20, 1882, Page 3 |
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On the Death of Little Will Thomas Word. Dear little Will Thomas is gone, the bright and Beautiful Death came in the form of an angel and bore his spirit back to God who gave it. The sound of his merry prattling voice will never again be heard. But God takes those he loves best and transplants them in his beautiful home of the blest. These reflections and many more like them are common to all afflicted mothers: You sleep in the churchyard all alone, Heaven cannot need you so much as I; Ah! That indeed is the heart-cry of the mother, no matter what her religion, teacher, or true friends murmur in her ears, she will never cease to mourn her loved and lost one, but amid the dreary void of all pleasures and the softening of declining age, she will look beyond the stars and thank God that he was kinder than she thought, and took her innocent little child to heaven. Weep, not, bereaved parents, for your darling boy; he is now an angel, bright and beautiful, with thousands of angels singing praises to God on high. Fond parents and grandparents, uncles and aunties, we do deeply sympathize with you in this your hour of great affliction, none but God can sustain you. He was taken when not a sin stained his soul, nor a cloud shadowed his fair brow. Then weeping parents cease to repine, --By a Loving Relative. |
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