Shep's Place Family Tree

Our Sainted Mother.
by J.E. Niday
Eleanor Porter Niday born Aug. 3, 1834, died Feb. 15, 1901

She has gone our Sainted mother,
Life to us is bleak and drear,
Winter winds are moaning sadly
Clouds drop down the frozen tear.
But methinks I see a vision,
Hear angelic music sweet;
Lo, behold our darling mother,
Kneeling at the Saviour's feet.
Look she standeth by the waters,
See two children by her side!
How their loving faces brighten
as she speaks across the tide.
"Dear, kind husband, broken hearted
Absent son so far away,
Loving children knit in sorrow,
Drive the floom of death away,
"I am with you still in spirit
I shall love you evermore,
Guard you, guide you to the presence
Of your loved ones gone before.
"Therefore do not mourn the absent
Comfort him we've left behind,
Cherish, love and help each other,
Let each word and deed be kind.
"It will not be long my children,
Till upon this heavenly shore
We shall meet in sweet reunion
Strike glad hands and part no more."
Ended thus the wondrous vision,
Gone that sweet angelic face;
But within our hearts an echo,
Answers back 'By God's own grace.'
God in heaven grant to teach us,
So to walk while here below,
That we all in life's great mission,
Monuments to her shall grow.
she has gone our angel mother,
We shall see her here no more,
But she is not dead but slumbers
She rejoice evermore.