**Funeral Card**
There is no Death!  what seems so is transition;
This life of Mortal breath
Is but a suburb of the life elysian,
Whose portal we call Death.

In Loving Remembrance of

William Mickle
Died July 18, 1888.  Aged 40 yrs. 5 mos. 10 dys.

Asleep in Jesus!  blessed sleep,
From which none ever wakes to weep!
A calm and undisturbed repose,
Unbroken by the last of foes.

Asleep in Jesus!  far from thee,
Thy kindred and their graves may be;
But thine is still a blessed sleep,
From which none ever wakes to weep.

 

 

 

 

Copyright©2005 Beverly Mabb-Morten

 

 

 

 

 

 

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