When I go visit their graves way out in a hay field in the middle of nowhere I picture her walking to her husband's grave and being sad and wishing I could give her a hug. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Bill Waterhouse" <wm.r.waterhouse@mailstation.com> To: <RIGENWEB-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Monday, March 27, 2006 6:10 PM Subject: Re::Re: [RIGENWEB] Book on Mystic - Poem Written By Elce Phi > Very lovely! There are few I would say to whom it doesn't bring a > tear to the eye. > BILL in CT > -------------------------------------------------------------- > For Jean Quiggle: > > Here is the newspaper article: > > AN OLD COLUMBUS POETESS > > Elsie Philips, of English descent, was born in 1749. September 1, > 1851, when she was 102 years of age, she resided in Columbus, N.Y., and > composed the following verse, which was printed and which was recently > handed to me > by a lady who found it in an old scrap-book (note from Elaine - Apparently > this was entered into the newspaper by Spencer B. Pope.): > > I am like a little turtle dove, > Seeking for some place to light, > Where I may land my weary soul, > Where I may rest both day and night. > > And when my night of rest doth come, > The night for me to rest in sleep- > I am lamenting for my loss > Until the tears roll down my cheek. > > I love my Lord for what he's done, > For what he's done to comfort me, > And if I trust in Jesus name, > I shall forever happy be. > > I went unto my husband's grave, > And thought of comforts long since past; > His body lies low in the dust, > His soul with Jesus Christ, I trust. > > I looked up to the glorious sun, > To see how fast my glass did run; > But soon my glass will pass away, > The moon moves on-the sun don't stay. > > And when I have done all I can, > My feeble limbs can do no more; > Then I desire to meet my friends, > On that delightful, happy shore. > > These verses that I now do tell, > I with my feeble tongue did make, > All for my lamentation here > And my poor lonely feeble state. > > These verses that I have made, > I've made by night as well as day; > The Lord, He knows my lonesome hours, > That I have here to pass away > > Elsie Philips is my name, > Unto the English I belong; > Columbus is my dwelling place, > And Jesus' love shall be my song. > > But, O! the Lord he comforts me, > The Lord consoles my woes so high, > That when I leave this mortal dust, > I'll live with Him beyond the sky. > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "Jean Quiggle" <quiggs03@yahoo.com> > To: <RIGENWEB-L@rootsweb.com> > Sent: Wednesday, March 22, 2006 9:22 PM > Subject: Re: Re:Re: Re:Re: [RIGENWEB] Book on Mystic > > >> Hello Elaine, >> >> Do you have the poem and are you willing to share? I would love to read >> it if so. >> >> Thanks to all who have responded to my query. Your insights, thoughts, >> information, and leads have been very helpful and inspiring. >> >> I am really looking forward to some free time this weekend to pursue >> what >> you have offered today. >> >> Jean Q >> >> elainedecker@frontiernet.net wrote: >> Bill, >> >> Yes, you are right. That particular grandma lived to be 102 and wrote a >> beautiful poem the year she died and she wrote it after she walked to the >> cemetery to visit her husband's grave. >> >> Elaine >> ----- Original Message ----- >> From: "Bill Waterhouse" >> To: >> Sent: Wednesday, March 22, 2006 7:28 PM >> Subject: Re:Re: Re:Re: [RIGENWEB] Book on Mystic >> >> >>> Elaine: I believe this is the way-walking-that most of our ancestors >>> traveled to their newly adopted homestead sites. Walking several >>> hundred miles was no great burden to those of "pioneer stock" & it >>> undoubtedly contributed to their longevity. Unlike today when many >>> cannot go across the street without getting in the car. God Bless >>> them & the memory of their sacrifices. >>> BILL in CT >>> -------------------------------------------------------------- >>> Jean, >>> All my ancestors walked here along side their wagons full of goods to >>> start a new life. Sometimes a husband would come with a son or brother >>> to clear the land and put up a shelter and then go back to RI and pick >>> the rest of the family up. My Phillips ancestors came here with their >>> > > > ==== RIGENWEB Mailing List ==== > Search the RIGenWeb Mailing List > http://www.rootsweb.com/~rigenweb/mailsrch.html > RIGenWeb Surname And Query List > http://www.rootsweb.com/~riwashin/state/qryindex.htm > >

Elaine, you were so lucky to have the poem given to you. She speaks the truth no matter what her age or time frame she lived in. Arlene Clarke Haddock --- elainedecker@frontiernet.net wrote: > When I go visit their graves way out in a hay field > in the middle of nowhere > I picture her walking to her husband's grave and > being sad and wishing I > could give her a hug. > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "Bill Waterhouse" > <wm.r.waterhouse@mailstation.com> > To: <RIGENWEB-L@rootsweb.com> > Sent: Monday, March 27, 2006 6:10 PM > Subject: Re::Re: [RIGENWEB] Book on Mystic - Poem > Written By Elce Phi > > > > Very lovely! There are few I would say to whom it > doesn't bring a > > tear to the eye. > > BILL in CT > > > -------------------------------------------------------------- > > For Jean Quiggle: > > > > Here is the newspaper article: > > > > AN OLD COLUMBUS POETESS > > > > Elsie Philips, of English descent, was born in > 1749. September 1, > > 1851, when she was 102 years of age, she resided > in Columbus, N.Y., and > > composed the following verse, which was printed > and which was recently > > handed to me > > by a lady who found it in an old scrap-book (note > from Elaine - Apparently > > this was entered into the newspaper by Spencer B. > Pope.): > > > > I am like a little turtle dove, > > Seeking for some place to light, > > Where I may land my weary soul, > > Where I may rest both day and night. > > > > And when my night of rest doth come, > > The night for me to rest in sleep- > > I am lamenting for my loss > > Until the tears roll down my cheek. > > > > I love my Lord for what he's done, > > For what he's done to comfort me, > > And if I trust in Jesus name, > > I shall forever happy be. > > > > I went unto my husband's grave, > > And thought of comforts long since past; > > His body lies low in the dust, > > His soul with Jesus Christ, I trust. > > > > I looked up to the glorious sun, > > To see how fast my glass did run; > > But soon my glass will pass away, > > The moon moves on-the sun don't stay. > > > > And when I have done all I can, > > My feeble limbs can do no more; > > Then I desire to meet my friends, > > On that delightful, happy shore. > > > > These verses that I now do tell, > > I with my feeble tongue did make, > > All for my lamentation here > > And my poor lonely feeble state. > > > > These verses that I have made, > > I've made by night as well as day; > > The Lord, He knows my lonesome hours, > > That I have here to pass away > > > > Elsie Philips is my name, > > Unto the English I belong; > > Columbus is my dwelling place, > > And Jesus' love shall be my song. > > > > But, O! the Lord he comforts me, > > The Lord consoles my woes so high, > > That when I leave this mortal dust, > > I'll live with Him beyond the sky. > > ----- Original Message ----- > > From: "Jean Quiggle" <quiggs03@yahoo.com> > > To: <RIGENWEB-L@rootsweb.com> > > Sent: Wednesday, March 22, 2006 9:22 PM > > Subject: Re: Re:Re: Re:Re: [RIGENWEB] Book on > Mystic > > > > > >> Hello Elaine, > >> > >> Do you have the poem and are you willing to > share? I would love to read > >> it if so. > >> > >> Thanks to all who have responded to my query. > Your insights, thoughts, > >> information, and leads have been very helpful and > inspiring. > >> > >> I am really looking forward to some free time > this weekend to pursue > >> what > >> you have offered today. > >> > >> Jean Q > >> > >> elainedecker@frontiernet.net wrote: > >> Bill, > >> > >> Yes, you are right. That particular grandma lived > to be 102 and wrote a > >> beautiful poem the year she died and she wrote it > after she walked to the > >> cemetery to visit her husband's grave. > >> > >> Elaine > >> ----- Original Message ----- > >> From: "Bill Waterhouse" > >> To: > >> Sent: Wednesday, March 22, 2006 7:28 PM > >> Subject: Re:Re: Re:Re: [RIGENWEB] Book on Mystic > >> > >> > >>> Elaine: I believe this is the way-walking-that > most of our ancestors > >>> traveled to their newly adopted homestead sites. > Walking several > >>> hundred miles was no great burden to those of > "pioneer stock" & it > >>> undoubtedly contributed to their longevity. > Unlike today when many > >>> cannot go across the street without getting in > the car. God Bless > >>> them & the memory of their sacrifices. > >>> BILL in CT > >>> > -------------------------------------------------------------- > >>> Jean, > >>> All my ancestors walked here along side their > wagons full of goods to > >>> start a new life. Sometimes a husband would come > with a son or brother > >>> to clear the land and put up a shelter and then > go back to RI and pick > >>> the rest of the family up. My Phillips ancestors > came here with their > >>> > > > > > > ==== RIGENWEB Mailing List ==== > > Search the RIGenWeb Mailing List > > http://www.rootsweb.com/~rigenweb/mailsrch.html > > RIGenWeb Surname And Query List > > > http://www.rootsweb.com/~riwashin/state/qryindex.htm > > > > > > > ==== RIGENWEB Mailing List ==== > Kent County RIGenWeb > http://www.rootsweb.com/~rikent/ > Search the RIGenWeb Pages > http://www.rootsweb.com/~rigenweb/search.html > > __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com