Narraway, Alfred Harold
appeared in Canadian Champion (Milton, ON), 11 Dec 1873, p. 1, column 5
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IN MEMORIAM.
Lovingly dedicated by J. W. Narraway to the memory of his only brother, Alfred Harold Narraway, who was lost among the breakers near Cape Hogan, Cape Breton, during the great storm on August 24th, 1878.

Thou art gone to the grave, thy dear
form is sleeping
To the requiem of the sad murmuring
sea,
Sleep on till the morn of glorious up-
rising,
When the Angel sets foot on the land
and the sea.

Thou art gone to the grave, we must not
deplore thee,
For we fondly believe thy bright
spirit has flown
To the Heavenly Home, the beautiful
City,
Where the loving redeemer is seen
by His own.

Loving and tender,bounding with hopes
bright and gay,
Thou didst sail, from the dear ones,
o'er Guysboro bay.
Little dreaming that ere seven days
would passo'er,
To them all and to me thou wouldst
never be more.

Ere the waters closed o'er thee, couldst
thou but have spoken
A few words to the sorrowing ones
left below,
Those few words would have been, "life's
span is a token,
That tis Heaven below my Redeemer
to know."

In the bloom of thy youth thou hast
gone from us all,
Enraptured to hear the dear Master's
glad call,
"'Tis enough; plume your wings, soar
away to your God,
Below are the dear ones and my
chastening rod.

How we will miss thee, dear brother,
we never can tell,
Yet the loving Redeemer doth every-
thing well.
He took thy bright spirit, but thy body
again
He restored from the depths of the
treacherous main.

Sleep thou on, previous dust, by Atlantic's
blue waves,
May we recognize the Power that
saves.
Sleep on, dear remains, 'till our Harold
shall rise
Reascending to meet his dear Lord in
the skies.

Our kind Father, we gratefully draw near
the rod,
Thou has tempered with mercy and
and justice and love,
May we all read the lesson, that soon
'neath the sod
Our frail bodies will rest - may we all
meet above.

Yes, Amen to the prayer, may we all
meet above
In the Mansions of Glory, the King-
dom of Love,
Where no tear-drops are shed, where no
sorrow is known,
But where Christ is the sun, and is
worshipped alone.

Till then, my dear Harold, only brother,
farewell,
How our parents will miss thee no
language can tell,
Sisters dear will lament thee, thy brother
will mourn thee,
Yet we'll praise our dear Saviour who
all things doth well.

Media Type
Genealogical Resource
Newspaper
Item Type
Clippings
Notes
Poem
Date of Publication
11 Dec 1873
Last Name(s)
Narraway
Local identifier
Halton.BMD.96495
Language of Item
English
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Contact
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Email:kanta.kapoor@mpl.on.ca
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Milton, ON L9T 6H7

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