MR. JESSE MASON DEAD
Written By a Friend Who Was Intimate in Life.
Softly, so softly tread, brothers
Enter his room with a prayer.
The place is so sacred and holy
Godís Angel has visited there.
He ore with him, home to our Father
The soul of one we loved well;
An there in the presence of Jesus
He almost lifted the veil.
"Twas only a hand reach to Heaven
As we told our dear papa good-bye
The Angel of Death hovered near him
God seemed to close to our side.
Soon we will follow him, loved ones,
Thank God for the portals held wide
We thank Thee, most gracious Father
We may stand once more by his side
God in His loving kindness has seen fit to call home the soul of Mr. Jesse
Mason. Mr. Mason was born in
To this union were born six children, five of whom survive him. They are
Mrs. Herbert Spencer, George, Dugal, Allie and
Bertram. Three sisters, Mrs. Rosanna Bunch and Mrs. Sarah Thomas, of
All that loving hands could do to relieve the suffering of the deceased was done; but death alone could relieve him.
Mr. Mason was a quiet man, of few words, simple in his manner, gentle with the stick and a friend from the heart to the poor. Much he has done to help the needy.
The following Poem, sent to him by his mother, in years gone by is printed by request.
Sit down by the side of your mother, my boy;
You have only a moment, I know,
But you will stay till I give you my parting adviceó
"Tis all that I have to bestow.
You leave us to seek employment, my boy;
By the work you have yet to be tried;
But in all the temptations and struggles you meet,
May your heart in the Savior confide.
Hold fast to the right, hold fast to the right,
Wherever your footsteps may roam
O! forsake not the way of Salvation my boy
That you learned from your mother at home.
Youíll find in your satchel a Bible, my boy,
ĎTis the Book of all others, the best;
It will teach you to live and help you to die,
And lead to the gates of the Blest.
I gave you to God in your cradle, my boy;
I have taught you the best that I knew;
And so long as His mercy permits me to live,
I shall never cease praying for you.
Your father is coming to bid you good bye;
O! how lonely and sad we shall be;
But when far from the scenes of your child hood and youth,
Youíll think of your father and me.
I want you to feel every word that Iíve said,
For it came from the depth of my love;
And, my boy, if we never behold you on earth,
Will you promise to meet us above?
(Transcribed by Marc Coker, 28 November 2004)