Decatur County Journal

February 20, l908

MARY E. THOMPSON, wife of CARY THOMPSON, of this city, was born near

Kirksville, Mo., April l7, l856, and died February l2, l908, at her home

in Leon, age fifty-one years, nine months and fourteen days.

Her maiden name was MARY E. GREENSTREET. She was united in marriage to

CARY THOMPSON, February 8, l873. She leaves three children, one

brother, a sister and a loving husband to mourn her loss. The three

children attended the funeral held Thursday at the Christian Church.

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Decatur County Journal

March 5, l908

'DEATH OF MRS. MARY E. THOMPSON'

(Written by Addie V. Chandler.)

She's gone, poor mother, my mother is dead,

Her life was pure, to die, she did not dread;

My sorrow lightens to think that one so dear,

Awaits in Heaven, for me, my soul to cheer.

But when I stop to think that I am alone,

I pray to God to take my spirit home;

Mother, all my future will be sad,

It grieves my heart; it almost drives me mad.

To think, that I may live for many years,

Consoled by hope only, veiled in tears;

All that's left upon this earth for me,

Is hopes that I may sometime follow thee.

Follow thee to thy home in Heaven above,

Where all is happines, bliss and love;

It breaks my heart to have you leave me now,

I can't see where my life will end, or how.

But I'll prepare to meet you when I die,

I'm sure I can, I know I'll try;

I feel sometimes that God, to punish me,

Has taken you away, so I could see.

A better land that I was drifting to,

In Heaven above, where I could be with you;

Advice you gave me can never leave my mind,

Though you are gone, you've left good deeds behind.

A husband and three children are left to mourn thy loss,

Thy dearest children, MYRTLE, ADDIE and HENRY, will never

meet a friend to fill thy place;

The dear neighbor women, kind and good,

Bear a grief no pen can ever quote.

None knew thee best to love thee in a way,

That cannot be forgotten in a day;

But like old age, I live within the past,

After the moment mother breathed her last.

My life a burden, melancholy, sad and drear,

Darkness around me settles far and near;

And now farewell mother, kind and dear,

Some day soon I hope to follow you.

I've loved and lost, but God knows best they say,

Again farewell until that day.

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