John Rowley and Sarah Wright Family Messenger

Two very beautiful poems were also read at her funeral and we would like to print them here.

THE ROSE BEYOND THE WALL

Near a shady wall a rose once grew,
Budded and blossomed in God’s free light,
Watered and fed by morning dew,
Shedding its sweetness day and night.

As it grew and blossomed fair and tall,
Slowly rising to loftier height,
It came to a crevice in the wall,
Through which there shone a beam of light.

Onward it crept with added strength,
With never a thought of fear or pride,
It followed the light through the crevice’s length,
And unfolded itself on the other side.

The light, the dew, the broadening view
Were found the same as they were before;
And it lost itself in beauties new,
Breathing its fragrance more and more.

Shall claim of death cause us to grieve,
And make our courage faint or fail?
Nay! Let us faith and hope receive:
The rose still grows beyond the wall.

Scattering fragrance far and wide,
Just as it did in days of yore,
Just as it did on the other side,
Just as it will for evermore.

by A. L. Frink

The next poem was read by Brother L. W. Nalder

“She always learned to watch for us,
Anxious if we were late,
In winter by the window,
In summer by the gate!

“And tho’ we mocked her tenderly
Who had such foolish care,
The long way home would seem more safe
Because she waited there!

“Her thoughts were all so full of us–
She never could forget;
And so I think that where she is
She must be watching yet.

“Waiting ‘till we come home to her,
Anxious if we are late —
Waiting from Heaven’s window,
Leaning from Heaven’s gate!

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