Adams Randall Family Tree

"Lincoln Republic" - In Memorium. _ Emmas Adams, infant daughter of G. A. and Annie Adams of Saline, Kansas, entered upon that rest which is prepared for the children of God, Sabbath evening July 19, 1981. Today the grave closed from loving eyes al that remains of little Emma. After a short but painful illness she passed to the evergreen shore. She was one year, two months and ten days old. The remains were brought to Lincoln for interment, this being the home of the grand parents, Mr. and Mrs. C. C. Strawn. The funeral services were conducted by Rev. J. H. Lockwood of Salina, assisted by the pastor, Rev. W. L. Cannon at the M.E. churnch. A large concourse of sympathising friends were in attnednace. The parents have the prayers and sympathy of a host of friends, and should be comforted with the thought that "Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord."

Little one, why have you left us With these aching arms and heart? Could not heaven with all its brightness Spare to us this little part?

You have brightened earth about you; You will brighten heaven too. Someday, when we pass the shining blue We will meet, dear one with you.

In Memory of our Baby

At night when I lie down to sleep My heart is weary and sore For one kiss of my sweet baby's check, That on earth I shall kiss nevermore.

One clasp of those tiny fingers A press of thy dear baby hand, That I never shall press any more Till we meet in that beautiful land.

One look on thy forehad and brow-- One glance of those sweet baby eyes, That I never can see any more Till we meet in our home in the skies.

At nigth when I kneel down to pray To our Savior of mercy and love, I ask for sweet peace and a dream Of our dear little darling above. And oh! when this life of sorrow is passed And our troubles and trials are o'er, May we all be prepared to meet him againa On heaven's bright, happy shore.

If we could push ajar the gates of life, And stand within, and all God's workings see, We could interpret all this doubt and strife, And for death's mystery could find a key.

But not today, so be content each heart! God's plans, like lilies pure and white unfold, We must not tear those close shut leaves apart, Time will reveal the galyxes of gold.

So, with patient toll, we reach the land, To see him who has gone to rest. Whjen we shall see and know and understand. I think that we will say, God knew the best. Dr. Lehman.