Erastus Harper Rudd was born in 1817 in Pennsylvania. On 20 May 1838 he married Eliza Weasmer Hancock. They had 3 children. Eliza died in 1848. Erastus then married Caroline Bradford Kempton (widow of Richard Kempton) on Wednesday, 1 March 1848 in Council Bluffs, Pottawattamie, Iowa. They had 6 children. He also married Elizabeth Walker on Saturday, 27 November 1858 and they had 2 children. They later divorced. He and Caroline Bradford lived in Farmington, Davis, Utah. Erastus was a cabinet maker, a farmer, a poet, a pioneer, and an example of courage deep religious conviction. He died in the prime of life at the age of forty-six years of age in Farmington, Davis Co. Utah on 28 May 1863 and was buried in Farmington cemetery. A fire swept the cemetery many years ago and the markers were burned and now his grave cannot be located.
Poem written by Erastus H. Rudd, on the death of his wife's grandfather, Thomas Hancock, who died in Hancock Co. IL
Gone to the world of spirits gone,
He's left the vale of tears,
The cabin and the garding spot
In which he's past the remnant out
Of eighty troubled years.
Gone, fair thee well, we loved thee dear,
No more we'll hear they voice,
Our Sabbath meeting to mourn
We look for Father, Father's gone
To meet with us no more.
Gone where the wicked never come,
The weary are at rest,
Pain, sickness, sorrow all is over
He's paid the debt and can no more,
He reigns amongst the blest.
Poem composed by Erastus Harper Rudd Jr. on the death of his father-in-law, Solomon Hancock, who died at Winter Quarters.
Thou art gone to the grave we'll no longer behold thee
'Till mortals shall put on their clothing of glory.
Then, then thou will come thy kingdom to save.
Oh, then thou will rise from thy cold prison grave:
Oh, then thou will rise from thy cold prison grave.
Thou art gone like a star from the banner of heaven,
Thou loved the saints and with them was driven,
'Till worn and distressed, thy system should not
Evade the destroyer, thou art not forgot,
Evade the destroyer thou art not forgot.
Poem written by Erastus H. Rudd, on the death of his wife's grandfather, Thomas Hancock, who died in Hancock Co. IL
Gone to the world of spirits gone,
He's left the vale of tears,
The cabin and the garding spot
In which he's past the remnant out
Of eighty troubled years.
Gone, fair thee well, we loved thee dear,
No more we'll hear they voice,
Our Sabbath meeting to mourn
We look for Father, Father's gone
To meet with us no more.
Gone where the wicked never come,
The weary are at rest,
Pain, sickness, sorrow all is over
He's paid the debt and can no more,
He reigns amongst the blest.
Poem composed by Erastus Harper Rudd Jr. on the death of his father-in-law, Solomon Hancock, who died at Winter Quarters.
Thou art gone to the grave we'll no longer behold thee
'Till mortals shall put on their clothing of glory.
Then, then thou will come thy kingdom to save.
Oh, then thou will rise from thy cold prison grave:
Oh, then thou will rise from thy cold prison grave.
Thou art gone like a star from the banner of heaven,
Thou loved the saints and with them was driven,
'Till worn and distressed, thy system should not
Evade the destroyer, thou art not forgot,
Evade the destroyer thou art not forgot.
Erastus Harper Rudd was born in 1817 in Pennsylvania. On 20 May 1838 he married Eliza Weasmer Hancock. They had 3 children. Eliza died in 1848. Erastus then married Caroline Bradford Kempton (widow of Richard Kempton) on Wednesday, 1 March 1848 in Council Bluffs, Pottawattamie, Iowa. They had 6 children. He also married Elizabeth Walker on Saturday, 27 November 1858 and they had 2 children. They later divorced. He and Caroline Bradford lived in Farmington, Davis, Utah. Erastus was a cabinet maker, a farmer, a poet, a pioneer, and an example of courage deep religious conviction. He died in the prime of life at the age of forty-six years of age in Farmington, Davis Co. Utah on 28 May 1863 and was buried in Farmington cemetery. A fire swept the cemetery many years ago and the markers were burned and now his grave cannot be located.
Poem written by Erastus H. Rudd, on the death of his wife's grandfather, Thomas Hancock, who died in Hancock Co. IL
Gone to the world of spirits gone,
He's left the vale of tears,
The cabin and the garding spot
In which he's past the remnant out
Of eighty troubled years.
Gone, fair thee well, we loved thee dear,
No more we'll hear they voice,
Our Sabbath meeting to mourn
We look for Father, Father's gone
To meet with us no more.
Gone where the wicked never come,
The weary are at rest,
Pain, sickness, sorrow all is over
He's paid the debt and can no more,
He reigns amongst the blest.
Poem composed by Erastus Harper Rudd Jr. on the death of his father-in-law, Solomon Hancock, who died at Winter Quarters.
Thou art gone to the grave we'll no longer behold thee
'Till mortals shall put on their clothing of glory.
Then, then thou will come thy kingdom to save.
Oh, then thou will rise from thy cold prison grave:
Oh, then thou will rise from thy cold prison grave.
Thou art gone like a star from the banner of heaven,
Thou loved the saints and with them was driven,
'Till worn and distressed, thy system should not
Evade the destroyer, thou art not forgot,
Evade the destroyer thou art not forgot.
Poem written by Erastus H. Rudd, on the death of his wife's grandfather, Thomas Hancock, who died in Hancock Co. IL
Gone to the world of spirits gone,
He's left the vale of tears,
The cabin and the garding spot
In which he's past the remnant out
Of eighty troubled years.
Gone, fair thee well, we loved thee dear,
No more we'll hear they voice,
Our Sabbath meeting to mourn
We look for Father, Father's gone
To meet with us no more.
Gone where the wicked never come,
The weary are at rest,
Pain, sickness, sorrow all is over
He's paid the debt and can no more,
He reigns amongst the blest.
Poem composed by Erastus Harper Rudd Jr. on the death of his father-in-law, Solomon Hancock, who died at Winter Quarters.
Thou art gone to the grave we'll no longer behold thee
'Till mortals shall put on their clothing of glory.
Then, then thou will come thy kingdom to save.
Oh, then thou will rise from thy cold prison grave:
Oh, then thou will rise from thy cold prison grave.
Thou art gone like a star from the banner of heaven,
Thou loved the saints and with them was driven,
'Till worn and distressed, thy system should not
Evade the destroyer, thou art not forgot,
Evade the destroyer thou art not forgot.
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