FAMILY HISTORY: POETRY Collection written by Elsie Strawn ARMSTRONG
  
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  On hearing of the death of my dear son Jeremiah, who died in California and was 
  buried on the side of a mountain, I thought of the following:
  
  Far away in the wild woods sequestered and alone,
  Where the winds ever breathe their most musical tone,
  On a green mossy knoll, on the side of a hill,
  Whose carved base is washed by a musical rill,
  They laid my dear son while the solemn prayer was said,
  To rest forevermore in his green embowered bed.
  
  A few are resting round in still and deep repose,
  From this weary world away, from its troubles and its woes,
  But the lovely flowers that are growing on the spot,
  The lily and the rose and the sweet forget-me-not,
  Would you ever make the stone that is standing at his head,
  You might know this brightest one was your beloved Brothers' bed.
  
  For it seems so far away from earth's turmoil and care,
  That Heaven's brightest smiles ever beam and linger there,
  While nature's dearest gifts are in rich profusion spread,
  Round the place where they have made my beloved Jerry's bed.