I had up to recently thought she may have passed at the birth of Lucy Jane, however, there are some things that lead me to believe she lived past that. She may have died in New York in 1863, as I have seen some records of that but those are not verified.
Here is a poem written by Jane Van Fleet in 1849.
New York
1849 Nov 29
Presented to Miss Margaret Mussen by her friend Mrs. Jane VanFleet
When the Moon on the Lake is Beaming
When the moon on the lake is beaming,
And the night is calm and still,
And the stars in their bright lights gleaming,
Shine forth on some distant hill.
Shine forth on some distant hill.
Oh! Come – love come – oh come with me!
And I’ll give thee a happy home,
Where a true heart waits for thee.
When the moon on the lake is beaming,
And the night is calm and still,
And the stars in their bright light gleaming,
Oh come! oh come – love come – oh come! love come
When the vesper bells are singing,
Their ev’ning melody;
Or maidens sweet are singing,
Their simple minstrelsy,
Their simple minstrelsy.
Wilt thou come? Love come! Oh come with me –
And I’ll give thee a happy home,
Where a true heart waits for thee.
When the moon on the lake is beaming,
And the night is calm and still,
And the stars in the bright light gleaming,
Oh come! Oh come – love come, Come love come.
I had up to recently thought she may have passed at the birth of Lucy Jane, however, there are some things that lead me to believe she lived past that. She may have died in New York in 1863, as I have seen some records of that but those are not verified.
Here is a poem written by Jane Van Fleet in 1849.
New York
1849 Nov 29
Presented to Miss Margaret Mussen by her friend Mrs. Jane VanFleet
When the Moon on the Lake is Beaming
When the moon on the lake is beaming,
And the night is calm and still,
And the stars in their bright lights gleaming,
Shine forth on some distant hill.
Shine forth on some distant hill.
Oh! Come – love come – oh come with me!
And I’ll give thee a happy home,
Where a true heart waits for thee.
When the moon on the lake is beaming,
And the night is calm and still,
And the stars in their bright light gleaming,
Oh come! oh come – love come – oh come! love come
When the vesper bells are singing,
Their ev’ning melody;
Or maidens sweet are singing,
Their simple minstrelsy,
Their simple minstrelsy.
Wilt thou come? Love come! Oh come with me –
And I’ll give thee a happy home,
Where a true heart waits for thee.
When the moon on the lake is beaming,
And the night is calm and still,
And the stars in the bright light gleaming,
Oh come! Oh come – love come, Come love come.
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