Daughter of William Clark Moon and Susannah (Shockey) Moon. Annie was 16 yrs. old.
The Journal
Leon, Iowa
August 9, 1883
DIED -- ANNA, daughter of WM. And SUSANNAH MOON, died at her father's in Woodland Township, July 12, 1883, at the age of 16 years. Her death was caused from a stroke of lightning June 22d. She leaves a father, mother, brothers, sisters and many friends to mourn her loss.
How violently loud the storm doth rave,
The sea must be one mountain of white surf;
Tomorrow, when the sexton digs my grave,
How easily his spade will cut the turf.
Tomorrow, when you bend above me here
And weep hot tears of loneliness and pain,
And careful hands place flowers about my bier,
Where then will be this buy mind and brain?
I stand so near the mystic infinite,
Why is it that I cannot hear and see,
Or at least obtain one brief foresight
Of what awaits me in the Great To Be?
Why is it that I cannot look beyond
And put the little Has-Been near my feet?
But no! Instead, this human heart grows fond.
And earthly love seems more than ever sweet.
I, grasping in my hand eternal bliss,
Would willingly resign it love, for aye,
If I might feel your tender arms like this,
Folded about me for another day.
I know not much of Heaven, but earth is sweet,
Lift my head higher, Love, I pant for breath,
How violently loud the storm doth beat,
How cold the grave will be -- and this is death!
Copied by Nancee(McMurtrey)Seifert
January 2, 2010
SOURCE: IaGenWeb, Decatur County, Iowa, obituaries.
(Obituary kindly submitted by Findagrave member, 47373768).
The Journal
Leon, Iowa
August 9, 1883
DIED -- ANNA, daughter of WM. And SUSANNAH MOON, died at her father's in Woodland Township, July 12, 1883, at the age of 16 years. Her death was caused from a stroke of lightning June 22d. She leaves a father, mother, brothers, sisters and many friends to mourn her loss.
How violently loud the storm doth rave,
The sea must be one mountain of white surf;
Tomorrow, when the sexton digs my grave,
How easily his spade will cut the turf.
Tomorrow, when you bend above me here
And weep hot tears of loneliness and pain,
And careful hands place flowers about my bier,
Where then will be this buy mind and brain?
I stand so near the mystic infinite,
Why is it that I cannot hear and see,
Or at least obtain one brief foresight
Of what awaits me in the Great To Be?
Why is it that I cannot look beyond
And put the little Has-Been near my feet?
But no! Instead, this human heart grows fond.
And earthly love seems more than ever sweet.
I, grasping in my hand eternal bliss,
Would willingly resign it love, for aye,
If I might feel your tender arms like this,
Folded about me for another day.
I know not much of Heaven, but earth is sweet,
Lift my head higher, Love, I pant for breath,
How violently loud the storm doth beat,
How cold the grave will be -- and this is death!
Copied by Nancee(McMurtrey)Seifert
January 2, 2010
SOURCE: IaGenWeb, Decatur County, Iowa, obituaries.
(Obituary kindly submitted by Findagrave member, 47373768).
Daughter of William Clark Moon and Susannah (Shockey) Moon. Annie was 16 yrs. old.
The Journal
Leon, Iowa
August 9, 1883
DIED -- ANNA, daughter of WM. And SUSANNAH MOON, died at her father's in Woodland Township, July 12, 1883, at the age of 16 years. Her death was caused from a stroke of lightning June 22d. She leaves a father, mother, brothers, sisters and many friends to mourn her loss.
How violently loud the storm doth rave,
The sea must be one mountain of white surf;
Tomorrow, when the sexton digs my grave,
How easily his spade will cut the turf.
Tomorrow, when you bend above me here
And weep hot tears of loneliness and pain,
And careful hands place flowers about my bier,
Where then will be this buy mind and brain?
I stand so near the mystic infinite,
Why is it that I cannot hear and see,
Or at least obtain one brief foresight
Of what awaits me in the Great To Be?
Why is it that I cannot look beyond
And put the little Has-Been near my feet?
But no! Instead, this human heart grows fond.
And earthly love seems more than ever sweet.
I, grasping in my hand eternal bliss,
Would willingly resign it love, for aye,
If I might feel your tender arms like this,
Folded about me for another day.
I know not much of Heaven, but earth is sweet,
Lift my head higher, Love, I pant for breath,
How violently loud the storm doth beat,
How cold the grave will be -- and this is death!
Copied by Nancee(McMurtrey)Seifert
January 2, 2010
SOURCE: IaGenWeb, Decatur County, Iowa, obituaries.
(Obituary kindly submitted by Findagrave member, 47373768).
The Journal
Leon, Iowa
August 9, 1883
DIED -- ANNA, daughter of WM. And SUSANNAH MOON, died at her father's in Woodland Township, July 12, 1883, at the age of 16 years. Her death was caused from a stroke of lightning June 22d. She leaves a father, mother, brothers, sisters and many friends to mourn her loss.
How violently loud the storm doth rave,
The sea must be one mountain of white surf;
Tomorrow, when the sexton digs my grave,
How easily his spade will cut the turf.
Tomorrow, when you bend above me here
And weep hot tears of loneliness and pain,
And careful hands place flowers about my bier,
Where then will be this buy mind and brain?
I stand so near the mystic infinite,
Why is it that I cannot hear and see,
Or at least obtain one brief foresight
Of what awaits me in the Great To Be?
Why is it that I cannot look beyond
And put the little Has-Been near my feet?
But no! Instead, this human heart grows fond.
And earthly love seems more than ever sweet.
I, grasping in my hand eternal bliss,
Would willingly resign it love, for aye,
If I might feel your tender arms like this,
Folded about me for another day.
I know not much of Heaven, but earth is sweet,
Lift my head higher, Love, I pant for breath,
How violently loud the storm doth beat,
How cold the grave will be -- and this is death!
Copied by Nancee(McMurtrey)Seifert
January 2, 2010
SOURCE: IaGenWeb, Decatur County, Iowa, obituaries.
(Obituary kindly submitted by Findagrave member, 47373768).
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