Julia Ann Moore
Julia Ann Moore Poems
|43.||Croquet By Moonlight||1/3/2003|
|48.||Be Kind To The Little Ones||1/3/2003|
|50.||Grand Rapids Cricket Club||1/3/2003|
|51.||Early Days Of Rockford||1/3/2003|
|53.||Gently On The Stream Of Time||1/3/2003|
|55.||Fourth Of July||1/3/2003|
|56.||Advice To Little Children||1/3/2003|
|58.||Dear Love, Do You Remember?||1/3/2003|
|59.||A Departed Friend||1/3/2003|
A Departed Friend
He is sleeping, sounding sleeping
In the cold and silent tomb.
He is resting, sweetly resting
In perfect peace, all alone.
He has left us, God bereft us,
And his will must e'er be done,
It will grieve us, and bereave us
To think of this noble son.
While on earth he done his duty,
To all his fellow men,
Some will miss him in his of office,
Where he often used the pen.
He was witty, always happy,
Kind and genial in his way;
He was generous in his actions,
And his honor could display.
He has held many an office,
And has done his ...
The Dear Old Flag
Oh! we love that dear old flag,
That our forefathers gave
Over one hundred years ago, boys,
They once stood under that dear flag,
But now they are in their graves,
Sleeping their everlasting sleep, boys.