Ella’s Grave



Gently zephyrs blow ye lightly

O’er the place where sleeps the dead,

Where the moon bemes shining brightly 

Hover round the narrow bed

For where yonder ivy creeps,

Is the place where Ella sleeps.  (repeat two last lines)



Angel wings have borne her spirit

To a purer land a-bove

Whear the blest forever inherit

All the Father’s holy love;

And while love its vigils keep

In the grave sweet Ella sleeps.  



When the night of death comes o’er her

And her eyes began to close,

Happy dreams went on before her

Calling her to sweet repose;

And she fell in slumber deep,

Leaving us below to weep.



The sweet zephyrs whisper lightly 

O’er that sacred hallowed spot

Where the moon beams sparkling brightly;

Oh!  it can not be forgot.

For where yonder ivy creeps,

O’er the place where Ella sleeps.



(From a ms. written in 1905 and belonging to Mary Alice Hoover’s grandmother.)