The Susan Lincoln Mills Memory Book

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: The days of our years are three-score years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be four-score years, yet is their strength labor and sorrow; for it is soon cut off and we fly away.?Psalm 90:10. THUS oft it is in life; we have our round of pleasures, and joys and pastimes fill our days with glee,...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: The days of our years are three-score years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be four-score years, yet is their strength labor and sorrow; for it is soon cut off and we fly away.?Psalm 90:10. THUS oft it is in life; we have our round of pleasures, and joys and pastimes fill our days with glee, but?comes a time?unconsciously but surely unto some, and ere they are aware, the pure delights of youth are gone, the cheerful middle- age has lost its savor, and loveless and forlorn they drift along the broad stream of existence to life's close. Well-favored they who keep their hearts attuned to nature, youth, and gladness as the years glide by. 'Twas thus, with our beloved Mrs. Mills. The Christian faith and hope and peace and joy, El Campanil chimes out each changing hour, are echoes only of her own sweet life. I'm eighty-six years young she often said in that last year she dwelt with us on earth. Thus age with her was not a growing old, but beautiful decline, as sets the sun in golden glory of an autumn sky, ?or sinks behind some summit winter-born but roseate in the evening's twilight glow. Progressive, great, and broad in heart and mind, for her, advancing years meant growing young; esteeming more and more each passing year with wonder to behold What God hath wrought yet conscious, too, that in His own good time, she would know for them, she would see Him face to face. MAY every soul that touches mine, Be it the slightest contact, get therefrom some good, Some little grace, one kindly thought, One aspiration yet unfelt, one bit of courage For the darkening sky, one gleam of faith To brave the thickening ills of life, One glimpse of brighter sky beyond the gathering mist, To make this life worth while And heaven a heritage. After the bea..