This page contains three poems by Harris published in The Echo of Augusta Ga.:

To Hear Your Voice Again
In Memoriam
To My Past Years Love, 'Departed'

The following words were composed and written and the music is now  being written in sheet music form in the key of F, by Elizabeth J. Harris, dedicated to her deceased husband:

To Hear Your Voice Again.
I shall never forget the time
That sad and lonesome day,
The Spring birds sang, the death-bell rang
And called my own away.
His blood was chilled, his voice was stilled,
His form lay still and cold
And I alone, with all my own
His lifeless hand did hold.

At twilight fail, my all in all,
I think of only thee.
Your footsteps dear. I'll never hear
In constant calls to me.
Your loving words, in peaceful mood
Are missed throughout the home
And as you're gone, I pray the Lord
My soul to thee may come.

Your place is vacant in the home,
Your chair is empty still,
And though we're sad and all alone
'Tis all the Master's will,
Some day we'll meet, and oh, how sweet
To be with thee once more
Just on the other shore

Chorus

If I could hear your voice again
How happy I would be,
Through you have left this world of sin,
Still in our memory.
You're with the faithful over there,
We look and sigh in vain,
Our hearts tho sad would be made glad
To hear your voice again.

In Memoriam

This date of March 21st brings to us a sad rememberance of the deaths of three in the family, in various years, our dear grandmother died March 21, 1892, our baby boy March 21, 1894, our beloved husband and father, Jacob Walker Harris, March 21, 1916, aged 56 years.

By his Wife, Elizabeth J.

'Tis now a year ago today.
Since our loved ones passed away,
From earthly toil and home-like care,
He slept away and left us here.
Affectionate, peaceful, good and kind.
He was to those he left behind,
Thro toil from sunrise to night,
He always tried to make home bright.
When the evening shades were falling
We would listen for his calling
And we all would then rejoice
When we'd hear his pleasant voice.
In his regular way to come,
There he would cheer the ones at home
And now we miss the foot-step sound
At evening when when he was homeward bound.
Near thirty-three years of peace and pleasure.
He was all in all a welcome treasure.
Fond of his wife and children dear
And always glad to have them near.
As years rolled on his health declined
Yet still he would always bear in mind
The cares of home, sweet peace and love,
Which pleased the Master in heaven above.
For many months he suffered pain,
Yet he tried to rally again and again,
At last he grew weak and unable to move.
Yet calm and forbearing with those he loved.
But, oh, that vacant place in the home
Will never be filled with no one to come,
But we'll love one another and here prepare
To meet our loved ones over there.

To my Past Years Love, 'Departed'
(By Elizabeth J. Harris)

Alone I sit by the fire-side
While all is calm and still.
My love, my comfort, joy and pride
Is gone, at the Master's will
This time last year we sat together
Planning for the new -
And now we are parted from one another
He is gone to the Heavenly view,

I look around in my room at night
At his picture on the wall
I miss the foot-step soft and light.
I miss that gentle call.
But my love for him remains the same
He is not forgotten here.
We speak of him and call his name.
He ws so kind and dear.

And some day we will meet again
Just on the other shore
Where love and happiness never end
And partings be no more.

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