It was part of Clement’s nature never to forget those for whom he had a tender affection. So it was that. at the turn of the century we find him composing three short poems in memory of three of his friends who had died.

Written on the death of Ada Boyce, Bonshaw, December 3rd., 1900 aged 21 years.

Ah! this is death, for here we find, A casket in the room,

And drawing night, alas, we see A young girl in her bloom.

With gentle hands they smoothed her hair, While sisters’ hearts did ache,

.Ah! death, how bitter was the sting, The tender cord to break.

’Twas but a few short months ago, Her merry laughter rang,

But now she lies so still in death, And parting brings a pang.

Ah! see how peacefully she sleeps, Forever stilled, her tongue, Her parents, brothers, sisters weep,

But yet, “His Will be done.”

Now her body’s laid to rest,

By loving friends and true, The task is o’er, the mound is heaped, Adieu, dear one, adieu.

Written in memory of Mrs. George A. Howatt, who died at Cripple Creek, COL, February 7th., 1901.

Sleep peacefully: Now thy life is o’er, Thy face no more we’ll see,

With wounded hearts and heads bowed low, Thy friends do mourn for thee.

Thou visited our little Isle,

A few short months ago,

And friends did make, who’ll ne’er forget, The one who’s now laid low.

Oh! Loving parents bowed with brief, That’s hard indeed to bear,

But God will soothe and comfort you, Thy sorrow He will share.

Kind husband now your tears do flow, Your loving wife is dead,

But God has called her to His home, Where tears no more are shed.

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