Memoirs of William Miller - Sylvester Bliss

extravagances with which he had no sympathy and
never participated in. But he has gone into His
presence who will right all wrongs, reverse all
unjust conclusions, and mete out to each one his
just measure, according to the deeds done in the
body. He died in the confident expectation of
departing to be with Christ, and of shortly
participating in the glories of the first resurrection.
A friend, Mrs. L. H. Smith, communicated the
following lines
“On The Death Of Mr. Miller
“Has our noble old soldier resigned his last
breath?
On the battle-field’s front has he yielded to
death?
Is that glorious armor now low in the dust?
Are its splendor and brightness now marr’d by
earth’s rust?
Must we bear him away, ‘midst the darkness
and gloom
That shroud and pavilion the gates of the tomb?
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