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astray. In virtues paths he trod. In unity with God,
and his fellow man. T'is pleasure to think the loving Lord
As a part of his reward, Painlessly lulled him to sleep;
His darling not by to weep, Spared the agonizing sight
Of death near midnight, When his Spirit took its flight.
He called him to his rest, When He thought it for the best.
Would I call him back! I should courage lack, Might he
called again within the hour, No! I would not had I the power.
He was near three score and ten, The great majority of men
Live not near so long, Few who do are Strong, And with a
weary sob and Sigh Say "the years draw nigh, When I have
no pleasure in them." My friend for over forty years.
Why shed sorrowful tears! Why regret and grief? Death is
often a relief, And we hold to the belief That the Spirit
never dies, But Swiftly flies To realms beyond the skies.
Let us prepare, To meet him there, And not grieve;
But hope, and believe, We shall again meet And time
flies fleet. Until then Dear Governor farewell.

And now Kind Friend whom he so fondly loved, may
the blessings of Heaven rest upon you. May you be spared
to carry out all his intentions with Divine guidance. And
may you be resigned contented and happy. As the prayer
of Yours Truly. Wm. H. Clark. Officers Box Sac. R.R. Depot.