From the 15 June 1906 Danielsville Monitor (Georgia):
|Son of B. D. & W. A. Power|
Nov 7, 1885 ~ May 23, 1906
Clyde Power Gone to Rest.
At 2 o'clock Wednesday morning, May 23, 1906, there entered into 'the rest that remaineth for the people of God' the gentle spirit of Clyde, the devoted son of Mr. and Mrs. David Power. He had just entered into the bloom of manhood and was a noble young man. It took only fourteen days for typhoid fever to do its deadly work.
Ah! so sad are the hearts of all those who knew Clyde, for he was such a good, pious, devoted Christian, not only in his home circle, but wherever he went. But since, in the providence of God, his life and goodness will be felt and realized no more on earth, yet his going away as he did gives a greater light and consolation than his life could have ever done. For in illness he bore his sufferings without a murmur and greeted each and every friend who came to see him with a smile. In his death his parents have lost an obedient son, his sister a kind and loving brosher [sic] and his friends and church a strong and devoted Christian character, like the Saviour he loved and served. For in his last hours of suffering, with his tender and loving mother by his bedside, his loving voice and smiling lips were heard and seen to move in prayer.
At half-past 3 o'clock Wednesday afternoon he was carried from his home in Carlton to the Fork cemetery, where he was laid to rest...
Let us comfort one another that death is God's appointed entrance into life immortal. Earthly life is but a fitful dream; death is the awakening of the soul to the life eternal.
|Madison County, Georgia|
Farewell, dear Clyde, farewell,
And as we say "adieu,"
It breaks my heart with anguish
To have to part with you.
No more shall we behold thee, Clyde,
No more shall hear your voice,
Nore hear again your footsteps,
Which made our hearts rejoice.
Thy life will ever seem to us
An inspiration given
To guide our feet in the pathway
That leads from earth to heaven.
Thou hast scattered flowers, Clyde,
Above our pathway here;
Thy voice did fill with roses
The valleys of despair.
Now your voice is hushed forever
And no one else can fill
Those valleys with such roses
As the voice which now is still.
No, we shall not say "forever,"
For your voice is singing there,
And your hands are scattering flowers
Now, in Eden, bright and fair.
We, too, shall some day follow, Clyde,
And shall hear your voice again
In that land where comes no sorrow;
Comes no sickness, death or pain.
Where the spirit re'gns immortal,
While the endless ages roll,
In the place prepared by Jesus
For the weary, longing soul.
...[signed] Mrs. I. V. S. AND R. J. A.