In Memoriam from Hall Family Bible: Kennedy - On Friday March 12, 1886, at the residence of her parents in Springdale, Washington County, Arkansas, Carrie Kennedy. "Suffer little children to come unto Me, and forbid them not, for of such is the Kingdom of God."
Never have we been more shocked than by the tidings that our cherished young friend had left this earth. All who knew her, knew her only to love her. She was the idol of her parents, she was an earnest worker. It is a sad visitation to our church, of which she was a beloved lamb. She is not dead, only gone before. The sorrowing family have the sympathies of the whole community - may the Lord deal graciously with this weeping family in this trying hour. It is a comforting reflection that their darling "Carrie" is safe and happy, and that when the summon comes to cross the river, they can join her "over there". Springdale Arkansas March 31, 1886
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Over the river, they beckon to me,
Loved ones who've crossed to the farther side;
The gleam of their snowy robes I see,
But their voices are lost in the dashing tide.
There's one with ringlets of sunny gold,
And eyes the reflection of Heaven's own blue;
She crossed in the twilight gray and cold,
And the pale mist bid her from mortal view.
We saw not the angels who met her there
The gates of the city we could not see;
Over the river, over the river,
My girl stands waiting to welcome me.
For none return from those quiet shores,
Who cross with the boatman, cold and pale;
We hear the dip of the golden oars,
And catch a gleam of the snowy sail;
And lol they have passed from our yearning hearts -
They cross the stream and are gone for aye.
We only know that their barks no more
May sail with us o'er life's stormy sea;
Yet somewhere, I know, on the unseen shore,
They watch, and beckon, and wait for me.
X.Y.Z.
Never have we been more shocked than by the tidings that our cherished young friend had left this earth. All who knew her, knew her only to love her. She was the idol of her parents, she was an earnest worker. It is a sad visitation to our church, of which she was a beloved lamb. She is not dead, only gone before. The sorrowing family have the sympathies of the whole community - may the Lord deal graciously with this weeping family in this trying hour. It is a comforting reflection that their darling "Carrie" is safe and happy, and that when the summon comes to cross the river, they can join her "over there". Springdale Arkansas March 31, 1886
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Over the river, they beckon to me,
Loved ones who've crossed to the farther side;
The gleam of their snowy robes I see,
But their voices are lost in the dashing tide.
There's one with ringlets of sunny gold,
And eyes the reflection of Heaven's own blue;
She crossed in the twilight gray and cold,
And the pale mist bid her from mortal view.
We saw not the angels who met her there
The gates of the city we could not see;
Over the river, over the river,
My girl stands waiting to welcome me.
For none return from those quiet shores,
Who cross with the boatman, cold and pale;
We hear the dip of the golden oars,
And catch a gleam of the snowy sail;
And lol they have passed from our yearning hearts -
They cross the stream and are gone for aye.
We only know that their barks no more
May sail with us o'er life's stormy sea;
Yet somewhere, I know, on the unseen shore,
They watch, and beckon, and wait for me.
X.Y.Z.
In Memoriam from Hall Family Bible: Kennedy - On Friday March 12, 1886, at the residence of her parents in Springdale, Washington County, Arkansas, Carrie Kennedy. "Suffer little children to come unto Me, and forbid them not, for of such is the Kingdom of God."
Never have we been more shocked than by the tidings that our cherished young friend had left this earth. All who knew her, knew her only to love her. She was the idol of her parents, she was an earnest worker. It is a sad visitation to our church, of which she was a beloved lamb. She is not dead, only gone before. The sorrowing family have the sympathies of the whole community - may the Lord deal graciously with this weeping family in this trying hour. It is a comforting reflection that their darling "Carrie" is safe and happy, and that when the summon comes to cross the river, they can join her "over there". Springdale Arkansas March 31, 1886
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Over the river, they beckon to me,
Loved ones who've crossed to the farther side;
The gleam of their snowy robes I see,
But their voices are lost in the dashing tide.
There's one with ringlets of sunny gold,
And eyes the reflection of Heaven's own blue;
She crossed in the twilight gray and cold,
And the pale mist bid her from mortal view.
We saw not the angels who met her there
The gates of the city we could not see;
Over the river, over the river,
My girl stands waiting to welcome me.
For none return from those quiet shores,
Who cross with the boatman, cold and pale;
We hear the dip of the golden oars,
And catch a gleam of the snowy sail;
And lol they have passed from our yearning hearts -
They cross the stream and are gone for aye.
We only know that their barks no more
May sail with us o'er life's stormy sea;
Yet somewhere, I know, on the unseen shore,
They watch, and beckon, and wait for me.
X.Y.Z.
Never have we been more shocked than by the tidings that our cherished young friend had left this earth. All who knew her, knew her only to love her. She was the idol of her parents, she was an earnest worker. It is a sad visitation to our church, of which she was a beloved lamb. She is not dead, only gone before. The sorrowing family have the sympathies of the whole community - may the Lord deal graciously with this weeping family in this trying hour. It is a comforting reflection that their darling "Carrie" is safe and happy, and that when the summon comes to cross the river, they can join her "over there". Springdale Arkansas March 31, 1886
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Over the river, they beckon to me,
Loved ones who've crossed to the farther side;
The gleam of their snowy robes I see,
But their voices are lost in the dashing tide.
There's one with ringlets of sunny gold,
And eyes the reflection of Heaven's own blue;
She crossed in the twilight gray and cold,
And the pale mist bid her from mortal view.
We saw not the angels who met her there
The gates of the city we could not see;
Over the river, over the river,
My girl stands waiting to welcome me.
For none return from those quiet shores,
Who cross with the boatman, cold and pale;
We hear the dip of the golden oars,
And catch a gleam of the snowy sail;
And lol they have passed from our yearning hearts -
They cross the stream and are gone for aye.
We only know that their barks no more
May sail with us o'er life's stormy sea;
Yet somewhere, I know, on the unseen shore,
They watch, and beckon, and wait for me.
X.Y.Z.
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