Family tradition has it that she died after being thrown from a swing.
Thank you to Findagrave contributor Jim Jones for the following:
Harriet Elizabeth Woodbury was killed when a beam collapsed in Grafton Utah on an old Cotton Gin. Eliza R. Snow wrote the following for the families:
The dearly belov'd ones no longer dwell
In the cherished homes of the mountain dell,
'Neath the lofty peaks that in grandeur rise,
With the towering summits embrace the skies.
In youth's sweet innocence, bright and gay
They passed like two beautiful sunbeams away;
But a sudden departure, deep sorrow leaves
In the hearts--in the homes--that death bereaves.
Far better for them, thus to dash away,
Than endure the sad process of slow decay,
Where the hands of sickness, with anguish rife,
To a fearful point, draws the thread of life.
What is death? 'Tis a passage through which we go
Where the streams of life more abundant flow—
Where affection lives, and love's holy tie
Is transferred from time to the world on high.
Eternity's portals wide open flew,
And the 1oving young maiden went cheerily through,
Without sense of pain--without sense of fear—
With no farewell sighs, and no parting tear.
Had their friends the power, would they call them back,
To encounter the perils of life's rough track?
No: They've gone in innocence, chaste and pure,
And to them, the rich blessings of heaven are sure.
Thank you to Findagrave contributor Jim Jones for the following:
Harriet Elizabeth Woodbury was killed when a beam collapsed in Grafton Utah on an old Cotton Gin. Eliza R. Snow wrote the following for the families:
The dearly belov'd ones no longer dwell
In the cherished homes of the mountain dell,
'Neath the lofty peaks that in grandeur rise,
With the towering summits embrace the skies.
In youth's sweet innocence, bright and gay
They passed like two beautiful sunbeams away;
But a sudden departure, deep sorrow leaves
In the hearts--in the homes--that death bereaves.
Far better for them, thus to dash away,
Than endure the sad process of slow decay,
Where the hands of sickness, with anguish rife,
To a fearful point, draws the thread of life.
What is death? 'Tis a passage through which we go
Where the streams of life more abundant flow—
Where affection lives, and love's holy tie
Is transferred from time to the world on high.
Eternity's portals wide open flew,
And the 1oving young maiden went cheerily through,
Without sense of pain--without sense of fear—
With no farewell sighs, and no parting tear.
Had their friends the power, would they call them back,
To encounter the perils of life's rough track?
No: They've gone in innocence, chaste and pure,
And to them, the rich blessings of heaven are sure.
Family tradition has it that she died after being thrown from a swing.
Thank you to Findagrave contributor Jim Jones for the following:
Harriet Elizabeth Woodbury was killed when a beam collapsed in Grafton Utah on an old Cotton Gin. Eliza R. Snow wrote the following for the families:
The dearly belov'd ones no longer dwell
In the cherished homes of the mountain dell,
'Neath the lofty peaks that in grandeur rise,
With the towering summits embrace the skies.
In youth's sweet innocence, bright and gay
They passed like two beautiful sunbeams away;
But a sudden departure, deep sorrow leaves
In the hearts--in the homes--that death bereaves.
Far better for them, thus to dash away,
Than endure the sad process of slow decay,
Where the hands of sickness, with anguish rife,
To a fearful point, draws the thread of life.
What is death? 'Tis a passage through which we go
Where the streams of life more abundant flow—
Where affection lives, and love's holy tie
Is transferred from time to the world on high.
Eternity's portals wide open flew,
And the 1oving young maiden went cheerily through,
Without sense of pain--without sense of fear—
With no farewell sighs, and no parting tear.
Had their friends the power, would they call them back,
To encounter the perils of life's rough track?
No: They've gone in innocence, chaste and pure,
And to them, the rich blessings of heaven are sure.
Thank you to Findagrave contributor Jim Jones for the following:
Harriet Elizabeth Woodbury was killed when a beam collapsed in Grafton Utah on an old Cotton Gin. Eliza R. Snow wrote the following for the families:
The dearly belov'd ones no longer dwell
In the cherished homes of the mountain dell,
'Neath the lofty peaks that in grandeur rise,
With the towering summits embrace the skies.
In youth's sweet innocence, bright and gay
They passed like two beautiful sunbeams away;
But a sudden departure, deep sorrow leaves
In the hearts--in the homes--that death bereaves.
Far better for them, thus to dash away,
Than endure the sad process of slow decay,
Where the hands of sickness, with anguish rife,
To a fearful point, draws the thread of life.
What is death? 'Tis a passage through which we go
Where the streams of life more abundant flow—
Where affection lives, and love's holy tie
Is transferred from time to the world on high.
Eternity's portals wide open flew,
And the 1oving young maiden went cheerily through,
Without sense of pain--without sense of fear—
With no farewell sighs, and no parting tear.
Had their friends the power, would they call them back,
To encounter the perils of life's rough track?
No: They've gone in innocence, chaste and pure,
And to them, the rich blessings of heaven are sure.
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