Accession: L11303
Editorial Title: Poem by Mary Baker Eddy on the death of Phineas Parkhurst Quimby, March 19, 1866
Author: Mary Baker Eddy 
Date: March 19, 1866
Manuscript Description: Handwritten poem by Mary Baker Eddy on paper containing printed announcement of a meeting of the Sagamore Social Temple of Honor, No.6.
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Lines on the Death of Dr P P. Quimby Who healed the sick as did Jesus in contradistinction to all Isms

Did sackcloth As Written: sackloth clothe the sun and day grow night, All matter mourn the hour with dewy eyes, When Truth, receding As Written: receeding from our mortal sight, Had paid to Error her last sacrifice?

Can we forget the power that gave us life? Shall we forget the wisdom of our way? Then ask me not, amid this mortal strife– This keenest pang of animated clay,—

To mourn him less! to mourn him more were just, If to his memory 'twere a tribute given For every earnest, solemn, sacred trust, Delivered to us ere he rose to Heaven.

Heaven but the happiness of his calm soul, Growing in stature to the throne of God; Rest should reward him who hath made us whole, Seeking, tho tremblers, where his footsteps trod

M M Patterson
[*]Archival Note: The following text is printed.
LynnEditorial Note: Lynn, Massachusetts, March 19, 1866.
The next regular meeting of Sagamore Social Temple of Honor, No. 6, will be held at Odd Fellows' Hall, on Monday, March 26th inst., At 7 1=2 o'clock, P. M., when the vote will be taken on a motion to surrender the Charter.
You are requested to be present,
M. M. Patterson, SecretaryAs Written:Sec'y.
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Lines on the Death of Dr P P. Quimby Who healed the sikck as did Jesus in contradistinction to all Isms

Did sackloth Corrected: sackcloth clothe the sun and day grow night, All matter mourn the hour with dewy eyes, When Truth, receeding Corrected: receding from our mortal sight, Had paid to Error her last sacrifice?

Can we forget the power that gave us life? Shall we forget the wisdom of our way? Then ask me not, amid this mortal strife– This keenest pang of animated clay,—

To mourn him less! to mourn him more were just, If to his memory 'twere a tribute given For every earnest, solemn, sacred trust, Delivered to us ere he rose to Heaven.

Heave [?] Unclear or illegible  n but the happiness of his calm soul, Growing in stature to the throne of God; Rest should reward him who hath made us whole, Seeking, tho tremblers, where his footsteps trod

M M Patterson
[*]Archival Note: The following text is printed.
LynnEditorial Note: Lynn, Massachusetts, March 19, 1866.
The next regular meeting of Sagamore Social Temple of Honor, No. 6, will be held at Odd Fellows' Hall, on Monday, March 26th inst., At 7 1=2 o'clock, P. M., when the vote will be taken on a motion to surrender the Charter.
You are requested to be present,
M. M. Patterson, Sec'yExpanded:Secretary.
 
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