Birth of a Reformation; Or, The Life and Labors of Daniel S. WarnerByers, A. L. (Andrew L.)
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Birth of a Reformation; Or, The Life and Labors of Daniel S. Warner
Byers, A. L. (Andrew L.)
Church of God (Anderson, Ind.) -- History; Warner, D. S. (Daniel Sidney), 1842-1895
=24.= Toward morning the poor little sufferer was compelled to
struggle hard to get her breath, and it became apparent that unless
God miraculously interposed, her suffering must soon end in death.
While we sorrowed for her suffering, we felt a calm and sweet
resignation to the will of God, to whom the dear child belonged.
We could say in truth, "Thy will be done." At five o'clock in the
morning her redeemed spirit was freed from its earthly abode and
taken away to be with Jesus and holy angels.
Now remained only the poor little emaciated body. As we recalled
the large, active, plump, and rosy-cheeked Levilla, we could
scarcely help but exclaim as we looked upon the reduced and
colorless form, "Is this Levilla? Can it be that this is our
child?" Since my return I had anxiously cherished a hope that ere
long I should hear those sweet lips utter words again; but they
are now silent in death, or rather the sweet and dreamless sleep
that shall pass off when the Lord comes to call us forth from our
earthly repose.
=25.= ... Brother Leay conducted services. We looked for the last
time upon our beloved child, whose sweet and innocent little form
was robed in its little white dress and skirts, with a beautiful
little bouquet of flowers protruding from her little hands folded
upon her heart. As my dear wife was deeply afflicted with her
departure, her sweet little face seemed to speak forth from its
little white coffin and say, "Weep not, dear mother, for though
your loss seems to be great, my gain is infinitely greater. I have
gone to the better land, where sickness, sorrow, pain, and death
never, never come."
We laid the dear and only child in the Mission Cemetery at Upper
Sandusky, near the road at the west side, between two evergreens.
There with sad, yet resigned, hearts we left her to sleep beneath
the angels' care until called forth at the last day.
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