Jack's obituary;
Jack Moore, Jr, the six year old son of Sheriff and Mrs JT Moore, died at the home of his parents, in Kerrville, Saturday, July 34. The funeral took place the following day at 11 o'clock, at Center Point, the service being conducted by Rev RA Cohron. A large concourse of friends and relatives of the family attended. The floral offerings were many and beautiful.
Little Jack had been ill a month. His suffering was great, until death brought relief, until the angel of peace shattered his shackles of clay and released his spirit from the pangs of pain, while the casket that erat held the flowers sleeps 'neath sunny skies where gentle breezes blow.
Sleep, little sufferer, where the soft wind blow, And daisies bloom in spring; Free from pains and earthly, Sleep, where song birds sing.
You have but crossed the chilling stream. A step in advance of me, standing now where the bright sands gleam, on shores of eternity. You have not passed from loving hears though you have crossed the tide. So sweetly sleep where the soft wind parts from tempests that o'er us ride each wave that breaks in the morning sun. Fair on your crystal sea, each breeze that sighs when the day is done a message of love from me.
Jack Moore, Jr, the six year old son of Sheriff and Mrs JT Moore, died at the home of his parents, in Kerrville, Saturday, July 34. The funeral took place the following day at 11 o'clock, at Center Point, the service being conducted by Rev RA Cohron. A large concourse of friends and relatives of the family attended. The floral offerings were many and beautiful.
Little Jack had been ill a month. His suffering was great, until death brought relief, until the angel of peace shattered his shackles of clay and released his spirit from the pangs of pain, while the casket that erat held the flowers sleeps 'neath sunny skies where gentle breezes blow.
Sleep, little sufferer, where the soft wind blow, And daisies bloom in spring; Free from pains and earthly, Sleep, where song birds sing.
You have but crossed the chilling stream. A step in advance of me, standing now where the bright sands gleam, on shores of eternity. You have not passed from loving hears though you have crossed the tide. So sweetly sleep where the soft wind parts from tempests that o'er us ride each wave that breaks in the morning sun. Fair on your crystal sea, each breeze that sighs when the day is done a message of love from me.
Jack's obituary;
Jack Moore, Jr, the six year old son of Sheriff and Mrs JT Moore, died at the home of his parents, in Kerrville, Saturday, July 34. The funeral took place the following day at 11 o'clock, at Center Point, the service being conducted by Rev RA Cohron. A large concourse of friends and relatives of the family attended. The floral offerings were many and beautiful.
Little Jack had been ill a month. His suffering was great, until death brought relief, until the angel of peace shattered his shackles of clay and released his spirit from the pangs of pain, while the casket that erat held the flowers sleeps 'neath sunny skies where gentle breezes blow.
Sleep, little sufferer, where the soft wind blow, And daisies bloom in spring; Free from pains and earthly, Sleep, where song birds sing.
You have but crossed the chilling stream. A step in advance of me, standing now where the bright sands gleam, on shores of eternity. You have not passed from loving hears though you have crossed the tide. So sweetly sleep where the soft wind parts from tempests that o'er us ride each wave that breaks in the morning sun. Fair on your crystal sea, each breeze that sighs when the day is done a message of love from me.
Jack Moore, Jr, the six year old son of Sheriff and Mrs JT Moore, died at the home of his parents, in Kerrville, Saturday, July 34. The funeral took place the following day at 11 o'clock, at Center Point, the service being conducted by Rev RA Cohron. A large concourse of friends and relatives of the family attended. The floral offerings were many and beautiful.
Little Jack had been ill a month. His suffering was great, until death brought relief, until the angel of peace shattered his shackles of clay and released his spirit from the pangs of pain, while the casket that erat held the flowers sleeps 'neath sunny skies where gentle breezes blow.
Sleep, little sufferer, where the soft wind blow, And daisies bloom in spring; Free from pains and earthly, Sleep, where song birds sing.
You have but crossed the chilling stream. A step in advance of me, standing now where the bright sands gleam, on shores of eternity. You have not passed from loving hears though you have crossed the tide. So sweetly sleep where the soft wind parts from tempests that o'er us ride each wave that breaks in the morning sun. Fair on your crystal sea, each breeze that sighs when the day is done a message of love from me.
Family Members
Sponsored by Ancestry
Advertisement
Advertisement
