Mabel Kathleen McNeely Obituary


The announcement on the date of April 13, 1926, of the passing of Mabel Kathleen, daughter of David and Mary B. McNeely, of Time, Pa., to the mysterious borderland that lies just past the limits of the work-day world, came as a shock to her many friends and loved ones.

In losing her from their midst many hearts were bereaved, for she was so sweet and lovable and a favorite.

Although we know from Holy Writ, that just beyond the veil it is peopled with friends we met, and loved, a year, a month, a day, and parted from with aching hearts, and that through the distance we must lose the hold of hand with hand, and only clasp the threads of memory, yet we fail to fully comprehend, but like Ella Wheeler Wilsox, we can think:

"Oh, there's just one more to welcome me,
When I shall cross the intervening space;
For the grave has lost its victory
    And I shall see that well-loved face.
Between this land and that one over there,
One more to make the strange beyond seem fair."

Yet still so close we feel this land, so sure are we that these same hearts are true, and that when in waking dreams there comes a call, that kindles the cinders of memory anew, we feel that just by reaching out the hand, in written words of love, or book or flower, the waiting hand of Mabel Kathleen will clasp our own once more across the Bridge of Silence, in the same old way; and we have the assurance though the Gospel of the Son of God that although her sun has gone down while 'tis yet day, 'twill rise again upon some fairer shore.

For she was but sixteen years and eleven months of age when influenza cut the cord that bound her to earth's stage. And although the flowers of summertide have bloomed once upon her grave, as has the snows of winters chill mantled it with white, we even up to this time, the first anniversary of her death can scarcely realize that our loved one will meet us no more on the threshold of mortality.

So do not ask us is if we miss her,
    Our aching hearts alone can tell
Of the grief we bear in silence
    For her, whom we loved so well.

Tho' the days be long and lonely,
    And the nights be filled with pain,
We will meet our smiling Mabel,
    When the sunshine follows rain.
We are quite sure, He will give them
    back, bright beautiful and pure;
We know he will but, keep our own
    and his until we fall asleep;
We know he does not mean to break
    the strands reaching between the
    Here and there.

Earth has lost its look of gladness,
    Heaven seems to us more bright
Since the spirit our dear one,
    Took her happy homeward flight.
And we long to cross that river,
    Long to rest upon that shore;
There to see, and know, and love her,
    With the Savior, ever more.

The Family.

Newspaper obituary, date and source unknown (Greene County, PA)

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