Mrs. John DAVIS / Maria POWELL
Maria Powell was born March 27, 1843 at Clear Spring, Washington County, Maryland. When nine years of age, she accompanied her parents by wagon to Ogle County, Illinois, and settled on a farm in Pine Creek Township, where she grew to womanhood. Feb. 13, 1870, she was united in marriage to John Davis. To this marriage, 6 children were born, four of whom have passed on before. They resided on their farm near the Pines until they moved to their present farm residence east of Polo in 1897, where they have since resided. Dec. 12, 1886, she united with the Pine Creek Christian Church, having transferred her membership to the Polo Church on their removal to the late residence. She has ever adorned her profession with an active, consistent and spiritual life and will be greatly missed by the church of which she was a member. Her death occurred Oct. 26, 1914. She leaves a husband one daughter, Mrs. Henry Stahler of Pine Creek, a grand daughter, Lucile Stahler, a son, Chas. O. Davis of Chicago, three brothers, John Samuel and Wm. Powell of Polo, and numerous friends who will cherish a fond memory of the departed one.
How glorious is the soldiers death When from the walls of Zio called
Who lays aside the armor bright, And rests in Heavens glorious light.
The funeral took place Oct. 28, and was largely attended. It was conducted from the home and church. Elders D. F. Seyster and Hands of the Christian churches of Pine Creek and Polo respectively had charge of the services. The pall bearers were: Henry Coffman, Samuel Hayes, Wm. Hammer, Manuel Higley, John Wesner and Jas. Stevens. The remains were interred in the Polo Cemetery. If only we could know the pathway that our loved ones go When they depart from here, perhaps it would not grieve us so; We might not shed a tear.
If we could realize the blessedness of Paradise that greets each soul new born, thered be no weeping tear-stained eyes; We should forget to mourn.
If only they could speak one word to us who vainly seek, what peace that word would bring; revive our courage grown so weak make life a fairer thing.
But, oh, they are so still! Calm silence crowns the lips so chill ... seated fast by cold hand. And our time until death us understand.
Contributed by Julie Bartimus (source unknown)
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