Name/Title
Prose, UndatedEntry/Object ID
2020.1.120Scope and Content
Prose found in the Murdoch Collection
Transcription:
Some one has gone from this strange world
of ours
No more to gather its thorns with its flowers
No more to linger where sunbeams must fade
Where an all beauty death's fingers are laid
Weary with mingling life's bitter and sweet
Weary with parting and never to meet
someone has gone to that bright golden shore
Ring the bell softly there's crape on the door
Ring the bell softly there's crape on the door
Someone is resting from sorrow and sin
Happy where earth's conflicts enter not in
joyous as birds when the morning is bright
When the sweet sunbeams have brought us their
light
Weary with sowing and never to reap
Weary with labour and welcoming sleep
Someone's departed to Heaven's bright shore
Ring the bell softly there's crape on the door
Ring the bell softly there's crape on the door
Angels were anxiously longing to meet
one who walks with them in Heaven's bright street
Loved ones have whispered that someone is blest
Free from earths trials and taking sweet rest
yes there is one more in angelic bliss
one more to cherish and one more less to kisss
one more departed to Heaven's bright shore
Right the bell softly there's crape on the door
Right the bell softly there's crape on the doorLocation
Location
Container
Murdoch Collection Box 1Room
ArchivesBuilding
Morgan History CenterNotes
Folder: Notes