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Note: Bayard Transcript - September 5, 1929
Miss Marjorie DeVault left Friday for Mitchell where she has accepted the position of third grade teacher for the ensuing year.
Poems by Marjorie DeVault
THANKS FOR THESE
Long it has been since I have seen a star, Or stood at night and gazed at heavens afar; Long it has been I have been forced to lie And reach into my memories for pictures of the sky.
Long too, since I have braced the morning breeze And looked on lanes and roads with rows of lovely trees. The great outdoors I loved seems very far away From these four walls where I a prisoner now lay;
A prisoner to pain and aching malady, But these words I've penned wrong, I should more thankful be. I have a great companion in a sister kind to me, And I have many, many friends who keep me company.
All the great out of doors I would not change for these; God knows I would not trade them for all the earth and seas. But to you pain-free mortals who gaily walk the earth, I beg you note the beauties of the out doors - know its worth'
Lest sometime in the future, perhaps you and not I May need to search your memories for pictures of the sky.
WE THAT MOURN
Could it be that we may over mourn for our beloved dead? "Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done" in the Lord's Prayer is said. Is it self pity that makes us think we've so much time for tears, Makes us forget the blessings God's given us through the years?
When with these many blessing we often failed to pray; Should we expect that He would have Mercy on us today? When, only in desperation we view the path we trod, When, only in desperation we think to pray "Dear God".
Let us lay aside our grief, the dead will rest in peace, Let's help the sick and dying their sufferings release. Let's try to serve the Master as he would have us do, And honor our dead by the beautiful way that we live and follow through.
GRAVE STONE
DeVault Dorothy Bell Marjorie Beth 1902 + 2002 1902 + 1948
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