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Absolom Sayre (1887)

SAYRE

Posted By: Cay Merryman
Date: 8/4/2004 at 11:38:32

The Winterset Madisonian
Thursday, November 17, 1887
Page 4, Column 1

Rev. A. Sayre, of South Township, has gone to his last home, sorrowing for those left behind, but rejoicing to receive the rewards for a life spent for his Master.
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Newspaper Unknown
November 1887

Rev. A. Sayre - Another Old Settler Gone.

On last Sunday at 1 o’clock p.m. Rev A. Sayre, living four miles west, passed away after a long sickness with Bright’s disease.

Mr. Sayre was born in West Virginia, March 4th, 1819, was married to Miss Rachel McDaniel in 1849. He moved to Iowa in 1854 and has been a resident of South township for 17 years. He has been a faithful, consistent member of the M. E. church for 50 years, serving the last few years as a local minister. He was a widely known in this country, and during the past year of life he has been an invalid, although able most of the time to be around.

His funeral was conducted at Elm Grove on Monday, and the remains of this respected citizen, faithful Christian, devoted husband and noble father, were laid quietly to rest in the Elm Grove Cemetery. He leaves nine living children, and goes home to Heaven to meet another who preceded him. His aged wife also survives him.

J. K. and D. W. Sayre, two of his sons, were present at the funeral coming from Lone Lake, Kansas in response to a telegram. We know of no better way to close this printed tribute to one with whom we have been personally acquited, and who has left such a noble history behind him as an example, than by quoting a poem written by Rev. N. C. Weede, now deceased, and given to us before his death:

THE BLESSED DEAD.
“Blest are the dead in Christ that die;
Who by his blood were once bro’t nigh;
Who did by faith on him rely,
With hope of endless rest on high.

For death of friends, who can but weep!
But if in Christ they fell asleep,
We should rejoice; He will them Keep,
And wake Heavens golden fruits to reap

They are not lost, but sent before,
To dwell upon that peaceful shore,
Where richest blessings are in store;
Where death and sorrow are all o’er.

Of perfect holiness possest,
In Shining robes of glory drest;
They shall enjoy unending rest,
With all Christ’s ransomed ever blest.”

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