AT REST
In the Book of Life - God's album - one more name has been penned
with care. The portal of the promised land has swung back and one
more precious soul has been admitted. On Thursday morning, June
7, 1906, Mrs. Julia Ann Moore/Fulkerson started on that journey
from which no traveler returns. She was the daughter of Mr. and
Mrs. William Walker Moore. She leaves a husband and eight
children - four boys and four girls, and a host of relatives to
mourn her demise. Julia was a kind and affectionate wife, a good
and conscientions mother. She told her loved ones she was ready
to meet her Savior in peace. Oh, what a consolation this must be
to the bereaved ones, to know that in their loss one more has
been added to the number who have entered that land of bliss, to
bask in the light of the Savior and His infinite love.
She was born April 22, 1865, near Equality. Funeral services were
held at Cottage Grove, where the body was interred. She is "gone,
but not forgotten."
A FRIEND.
____________________________________________
In Memory of Julia Ann Fulkerson
See the guardian angels nigh, Wait to waft my soul on
high; See the golden gates displayed; See the crown to
grace my head. Transitory world far Jesus calls me with
Him to dwell. Remembrance faithful to His trust,Calls
thee in beauty from the dust; Thou art with me through
the night, In dreams I meet thee as of old, And the
sweet voices is in my ear, In every scene of memory
dear, I see thee still. Thou art not in the grave
confined, Death can not claim the immortal mind, love
Let earth close o'er its sacred dust, But goodness dies
not in the dust, Then, oh, my mother! 'tis not thee,
Beneath the coffin's lid I see; Thou to a fairer land
art gone, There let me hope my journey done, To see thee
still. Weep for the days that will come no more' For the
sunbeams flown from heart and door, For a tender voice
and a loving face, But not for the soul whose goal is
won, But not for the soul whose goal is won, Whose
perfect joy has just begun; Not for the spirit robed in
white, And crowned where the angels are tonight.
In the Book of Life - God's album - one more name has been penned
with care. The portal of the promised land has swung back and one
more precious soul has been admitted. On Thursday morning, June
7, 1906, Mrs. Julia Ann Moore/Fulkerson started on that journey
from which no traveler returns. She was the daughter of Mr. and
Mrs. William Walker Moore. She leaves a husband and eight
children - four boys and four girls, and a host of relatives to
mourn her demise. Julia was a kind and affectionate wife, a good
and conscientions mother. She told her loved ones she was ready
to meet her Savior in peace. Oh, what a consolation this must be
to the bereaved ones, to know that in their loss one more has
been added to the number who have entered that land of bliss, to
bask in the light of the Savior and His infinite love.
She was born April 22, 1865, near Equality. Funeral services were
held at Cottage Grove, where the body was interred. She is "gone,
but not forgotten."
A FRIEND.
____________________________________________
In Memory of Julia Ann Fulkerson
See the guardian angels nigh, Wait to waft my soul on
high; See the golden gates displayed; See the crown to
grace my head. Transitory world far Jesus calls me with
Him to dwell. Remembrance faithful to His trust,Calls
thee in beauty from the dust; Thou art with me through
the night, In dreams I meet thee as of old, And the
sweet voices is in my ear, In every scene of memory
dear, I see thee still. Thou art not in the grave
confined, Death can not claim the immortal mind, love
Let earth close o'er its sacred dust, But goodness dies
not in the dust, Then, oh, my mother! 'tis not thee,
Beneath the coffin's lid I see; Thou to a fairer land
art gone, There let me hope my journey done, To see thee
still. Weep for the days that will come no more' For the
sunbeams flown from heart and door, For a tender voice
and a loving face, But not for the soul whose goal is
won, But not for the soul whose goal is won, Whose
perfect joy has just begun; Not for the spirit robed in
white, And crowned where the angels are tonight.
AT REST
In the Book of Life - God's album - one more name has been penned
with care. The portal of the promised land has swung back and one
more precious soul has been admitted. On Thursday morning, June
7, 1906, Mrs. Julia Ann Moore/Fulkerson started on that journey
from which no traveler returns. She was the daughter of Mr. and
Mrs. William Walker Moore. She leaves a husband and eight
children - four boys and four girls, and a host of relatives to
mourn her demise. Julia was a kind and affectionate wife, a good
and conscientions mother. She told her loved ones she was ready
to meet her Savior in peace. Oh, what a consolation this must be
to the bereaved ones, to know that in their loss one more has
been added to the number who have entered that land of bliss, to
bask in the light of the Savior and His infinite love.
She was born April 22, 1865, near Equality. Funeral services were
held at Cottage Grove, where the body was interred. She is "gone,
but not forgotten."
A FRIEND.
____________________________________________
In Memory of Julia Ann Fulkerson
See the guardian angels nigh, Wait to waft my soul on
high; See the golden gates displayed; See the crown to
grace my head. Transitory world far Jesus calls me with
Him to dwell. Remembrance faithful to His trust,Calls
thee in beauty from the dust; Thou art with me through
the night, In dreams I meet thee as of old, And the
sweet voices is in my ear, In every scene of memory
dear, I see thee still. Thou art not in the grave
confined, Death can not claim the immortal mind, love
Let earth close o'er its sacred dust, But goodness dies
not in the dust, Then, oh, my mother! 'tis not thee,
Beneath the coffin's lid I see; Thou to a fairer land
art gone, There let me hope my journey done, To see thee
still. Weep for the days that will come no more' For the
sunbeams flown from heart and door, For a tender voice
and a loving face, But not for the soul whose goal is
won, But not for the soul whose goal is won, Whose
perfect joy has just begun; Not for the spirit robed in
white, And crowned where the angels are tonight.
In the Book of Life - God's album - one more name has been penned
with care. The portal of the promised land has swung back and one
more precious soul has been admitted. On Thursday morning, June
7, 1906, Mrs. Julia Ann Moore/Fulkerson started on that journey
from which no traveler returns. She was the daughter of Mr. and
Mrs. William Walker Moore. She leaves a husband and eight
children - four boys and four girls, and a host of relatives to
mourn her demise. Julia was a kind and affectionate wife, a good
and conscientions mother. She told her loved ones she was ready
to meet her Savior in peace. Oh, what a consolation this must be
to the bereaved ones, to know that in their loss one more has
been added to the number who have entered that land of bliss, to
bask in the light of the Savior and His infinite love.
She was born April 22, 1865, near Equality. Funeral services were
held at Cottage Grove, where the body was interred. She is "gone,
but not forgotten."
A FRIEND.
____________________________________________
In Memory of Julia Ann Fulkerson
See the guardian angels nigh, Wait to waft my soul on
high; See the golden gates displayed; See the crown to
grace my head. Transitory world far Jesus calls me with
Him to dwell. Remembrance faithful to His trust,Calls
thee in beauty from the dust; Thou art with me through
the night, In dreams I meet thee as of old, And the
sweet voices is in my ear, In every scene of memory
dear, I see thee still. Thou art not in the grave
confined, Death can not claim the immortal mind, love
Let earth close o'er its sacred dust, But goodness dies
not in the dust, Then, oh, my mother! 'tis not thee,
Beneath the coffin's lid I see; Thou to a fairer land
art gone, There let me hope my journey done, To see thee
still. Weep for the days that will come no more' For the
sunbeams flown from heart and door, For a tender voice
and a loving face, But not for the soul whose goal is
won, But not for the soul whose goal is won, Whose
perfect joy has just begun; Not for the spirit robed in
white, And crowned where the angels are tonight.
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