A Letter to T W and Lillian G Moores

March 13,1910.

Dear Walter & Lilly,

This is not a letter, only a message with some verses that I wrote to the dear old people for the wedding day. I thought they would interest you as well.

Dear Father was very pleased with the "cricket" idea and in his reply he said that they were still at the wickets and had still got the gaiters on. Presently, however, a swift ball would take their stumps and perhaps to some there would come the clapping and the shouting and the "Well Done." I replied that perhaps some would be carried shoulder high from the field. Would they, however, be the great preachers or the great MOTHERS, or perhaps some, though little known, were among our earth's angels. Perhaps our Tat[1] would be carried SHOULDER HIGH.

To this I added the following verse which "comed" just at the moment. I will type them for you. They therefore form a part of the total verses.

I am, dear ones, your loving brother - Ernest

AFTER THOUGHT

I suppose some few will be carried shoulder high.

I wonder if they will be the great preachers, or the great mothers?

Or, perhaps, some others who, though they don't think so, deserve it -

Some of earth's angels.

The porter at Heaven's gate watching

Cries, "Here is the Angel, come,

Go, call the other angels,

Summon them, every one."

See how they flock to meet her,

Angels from near and far;

Brighter than brightest morning,

Brighter than radiant star.

Hark! How they all acclaim her,

See how in Heaven she's known;

"Hasten," they cry together,

"Carry her to the Throne."

Hark to the trumpets sounding.

Hark! How heaven's joy bells ring.

See, they pass on right into

The Presence of the King!

"What hath she done?" the King asks,

While all the voices hush;

Softly a voice makes answer,

"Master, she loved much."