The following was printed in the Richland Beacon News on April 24, 1897.
DEATH A GLORIOUS MORNING
As long as the race continues, as long as the moon pursues her silvery course though the heavens, as long as the stars glisten in the diadem of night, so long will Easter morning be unlike any other morning of the year.
It is a bridal day which greets us with the assurance of eternal love. The world’s great heart no longer resembles a muffled drum, but beats with divinely inspired hope. With moist eyes we look at the mound where rests the loved one, but with grateful hands we scatter flowers thereon.
“He is risen!” And we, too, shall rise. The years may come and go as they will henceforth. They may bring whatever fortune he thinks best — our sojourn is but short, and then the heavens will open.
The grave is no one’s home — it is only the resting spot from which the soul takes its flight ‘to other climes.
Tears for the departed will keep the grass of the cemetery green, but behind the tears at separation is the hope of reunion.
Even earthly love may be eternal, for God will not part for long the souls that really belong to each other. First a toilsome and burdensome day. Then cometh the night in which no man can work. After that the new life in the presence of God.