Condolence letters re: death of Leland Stanford: Ga - Gw includes Julia R. Garniss, Grace H. Gilmor, George Goddard, Sarah Vail Gould, Julia D. Grant (Tel.), U.S. Grant, Jr., Anna Guthridge, and Wm. M. Gwin

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drous love alone

That prompted Thee again

To smite me so.

My heart and all I have

Is still Thine own,

Cling close beside and comfort me,

And help me do the work

That still remains for me to do,

Until I, too, am summoned home

To meet my loved ones

At the "Golden Gate" beyond the Blue.

Oh! Father, help Thou me

In this dark hour of grief and lonliness [sic]

To bow submissive to Thy

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My Prayer.

My cry is unto Thee, oh God,

From out this dark abyss of woe

In which, a second time,

Thy loving hand hath plunged me.

The gloom is thick about me,

And I cannot see my way.

Hold Thou my hand

And lead me gently out

Into the light once more

Where I can see Thy face

And know Thy smile is on me still,

And that 'tis love, Thy won

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Oh! Father, help Thou me.

'Twas hard to give our Leland up,

So young, so fair, so good.

But in submission

To Thy righteous will who never errs,

We bowed our stricken hearts

Beneath the smiting rod

And sought in other's good

Our chiefest joy

To still our troubled hearts

And fill the aching void

His absence made.

The cross was heavy;

Thou, alone, oh! blessed Christ,

Did know its weight.

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wisdom and Thy will.

What must I do? Oh! help Thou me!

Thou knowest best why I am stricken thus

A second time;

Bereft of both my loved ones -

Leland, my husband,

Lover, friend;

Companion of my grief, my joy, my fears; -

Leland, my son, my only son,

Whom Thou did'st give

In answer to our prayer

And then so strangely take away!

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Blossomed into fruitage

Since that bitter hour when first we thought

That all our joy had fled,

And darkness fell across our sunny path,

I might, it seemeth me grow strong again,

And stoop to take the burden up

Where it was left for me,

And bear it onward to the journey's end;

And yet I know that cannot be,

For my poor eyes so dim with tears,

Would not withstand the sight Thou coulds't reveal to me.

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