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Printed in the Times Post, Houston, Mississippi dated September 17 1942
In Memory
Of Our Husband and Daddy,
Harvey H Davis
Born May 28, 1886. Departed from this life August 30, 1942, in the home of a dear sister, Mrs. Clive Smith with his brothers, sisters and children gathered at his bedside.
All that could be done was done to ease his suffering, but the Lord, said, "My will, not yours, must be done." So we bowed our heads and bore our sorrow as he had done before us.
And to your sweet memory, Harvey, these are the things I say; "I placed an idol on a stand and ‘round about it I gathered shining robes of faith and love and truth to keep it warm.
" I've gathered gems of rainbow hue and every flower of beauty rare; and fashioned them into a shield to keep my Idol clean and fair.
"Dear, I've been fighting and wrestling with billows and billows of grief and despair—of sorrow billows of burdens and care."
But to you I dared not tell them, so to your memory I confide, but I'll not break your trust. You thought that I'd not fail and I never did as I watched daily the last two months the changes God brought about. I knew you were going and your going leaves such an emptiness. We will always miss your sweet, trusting smile. Home is not home without you, for we always had your with us. Home to Harvey was Heaven. So in the last things I have to say of our life of 23 years together, there was always more sweetness than bitterness. This little poem will say to the world:
"I know what it means to be lonesome,
I know what it means to be blue
I know what it means to someone you loved
Taken from you."
But those are the things we cannot help. Fate takes them in her hands and we live on and across the time and take things as they come
I know you cannot hear the things I've said
But the years were gold with you, but not alone.
I'll draw the curtain and not peer through till the night has flown.
I will not walk in the garden dew and look at our world alone.
How can I wait without you
And sit the dreary hours through
But you's come soon on the little trail we knew
And I'll never let you go.
In the Dearest memory of you
Georgia.
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1886 - 1942 (56 years)
