Obit of Earl Raymond Cochran - Grady County, Oklahoma

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The Verden News
August 8, 1911

 
On Tuesday, July 25, 1911 at the home of his father, John M. Cochran, 
Earl Raymond Cochran departed this life for a better one in the beyond 
where suffering will be no more. Dear Earl, we sorely miss him, but we 
know our loss is his gain. He joined the Christian church three years 
ago. God has called; Earl has answered.

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CARDS OF THANKS


We wish to extend through the columns of The News our heartfelt thanks 
to our neighbors and friends for their assistance during the sickness 
and death of our beloved son and brother.

MR. AND MRS. J. M. COCHRAN
BROTHERS AND SISTERS

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THE WORLD WE DO NOT SEE


In memory of Earl Raymond Cochran, who died July 25, 1911, and was born 
Nov. 5, 1886.

It lies around us like a cloud,
The world we do not see;
Yet the sweet closing of an eye
May bring us there to be.
It's gentle breezes fan our cheek
Amid our worldly cares;
It's gentle voices whisper love,
And mingle with our prayers.
Sweet hearts around us throb and beat,
Sweet helping hands are stirred,
And palpitates the veil between,
With breathing almost heard.
The silence, awful, sweet and calm,
They have no power to break;
For mortal words are not for them
To utter or partake.
So thin, so soft, so sweet they glide,
So near to press, they seem.
To lull us gently to our rest,
They melt into our dream.
And in the hush of rest they bring,
'Tis easy now to see
How lovely and how sweet a pass
The hour of death may be.
To close the eye and close the ear,
Wrapped in a trance of bliss,
And, gently drawn in loving arms,
To swoon from that to this.
Scarce knowing if we wake or sleep,
Scarce asking, where we are,
To feel all evil sink away,
All sorrow and all care!
Sweet souls around us watch us still,
Press nearer to our side;
Into our thoughts, into our prayers,
With gentle helping glide.
Let death between us be as naught,
A dried and vanished stream;
Your joy be the reality,
Our suffering like the dream.

Harriet Beecher Stowe


Submitted by Sandi Carter