HYLDEN, Allie L. 1887-1911

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HYLDEN, Allie L. 1887-1911

HYLDEN

Posted By: Marilyn O'Connor (email)
Date: 1/19/2006 at 13:44:32

Osage News
Allie L. Hylden
Born October 6, 1887
Died September 6, 1911
Allie L. Hylden, the youngest child of Mr. and Mrs. D. O. Hylden, was born October 6, 1887, in Seward, Nobles Co., Minnesota. In the latter part of the year 1888, he was baptized by Rev. Muller Eggen of Lyle, Minnesota.
At the age of three, he with his parents removed to St. Ansgar, Iowa, where he grew up to young manhood. His father and three sisters preceded him to the Better Land. For a long time, his health has been failing him, but through it all, he was ever cheerful and bore his sufferings with great fortitude. September 6, 1911 at the ae of 23 years and eleven months he passed quietly into Eternal Rest.
He was a member of the Methodist Episcopal church and of the order of the Knights of Pythias. He was an ideal friend, frank, faithful, generous and true. He was a beloved son and brother. "I cannot say, and I will not say, That he is dead-He is just away!"
With a cherry smile and a wave of the hand
He has wandered into unknown land,
And left us dreaming how very fair
It needs must be, since he lingers
there.
And you-oh! you who the wildest
yearn
For the old time step and the glad
return-
Think of him faring on, as dear
In the love of There as the love of
Here;
Mild and gentle as he was brave,
When the sweetest love of his live he
gave
To simple things; where the violets
grew
Pure as the eyes they were likened
to
The touches of his hands have
strayed
As reverently as his lips have prayed
When the little brown thursh that
harshly chirped
Was dear to him as the mocking
bird;
And he pitied as much as man in
pain
A writhing honey-bee, wet with rain.
Think of him still as the same I say;
He's not dead; he is just away!

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Obituary: Osage News Allie L. Hylden Born October 6, 1887 Died September 6, 1911 Allie L. Hylden, the youngest child of Mr. and Mrs. D. O. Hylden, was born October 6, 1887, in Seward, Nobles Co., Minnesota. In the latter part of the year 1888, he was baptized by Rev. Muller Eggen of Lyle, Minnesota. At the age of three, he with his parents removed to St. Ansgar, Iowa, where he grew up to young manhood. His father and three sisters preceded him to the Better Land. For a long time, his health has been failing him, but through it all, he was ever cheerful and bore his sufferings with great fortitude. September 6, 1911 at the ae of 23 years and eleven months he passed quietly into Eternal Rest. He was a member of the Methodist Episcopal church and of the order of the Knights of Pythias. He was an ideal friend, frank, faithful, generous and true. He was a beloved son and brother. "I cannot say, and I will not say, That he is dead-He is just away!" With a cherry smile and a wave of the hand He has wandered into unknown land, And left us dreaming how very fair It needs must be, since he lingers there. And you-oh! you who the wildest yearn For the old time step and the glad return- Think of him faring on, as dear In the love of There as the love of Here; Mild and gentle as he was brave, When the sweetest love of his live he gave To simple things; where the violets grew Pure as the eyes they were likened to The touches of his hands have strayed As reverently as his lips have prayed When the little brown thursh that harshly chirped Was dear to him as the mocking bird; And he pitied as much as man in pain A writhing honey-bee, wet with rain. Think of him still as the same I say; He's not dead; he is just away!
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