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Our walks were so delightful then,

   meeting simple people and hearing wind;

But the sad and mournful cries of those,

   whose hearts in anguish for their kindred souls repose;

     caused our hearts too break.



Too feel the joy of them that sleep,

   in peace with God, their souls released;

From the cares that this world callously dictates with  disdain,

   yet in time all ruins moss and ivy claim.



All those we met who struggled through,

   yet praised Him Above whose love was true;

Yet found not abundance in their worldly fare,

   but what they had they would gladly share.



The Parish past was bitter sweet,

   but with you as guide in all our walks;

Gave incite into all of those we would meet,

   as if we were spiritually bound together then;

      for they were all our brothers.



The flowers, birds, trees and wind,

   were altogether lovely then;

With dogs a barking, people laughing,

   children playing and autumn passing;

But the winter of our life was near,

   and we did not discern it.



And now we mourn the loss of a gentlewoman,

   that all the world that has read a verse of prose

     forever more may call a gentle friend;

No more will her gentle hand compose,

   and we are lessened for it.

                                                                                                                                         Elizabeth Emra Holmes R.I.P...1843 …