1833–1917
Mrs. E. A. B. Mitchell

Introduction

Born: March 7, 1833.

Died: Au­gust 8, 1917.

Buried: Ev­er­green Ce­me­tery, Owe­go, New York.

Works

Poem

My Christmas Text

God so loved the world—I read it.
And the tears in silence flow
O’er that love’s sublime revealing.
O’er the Babe in manger low.

Whosoever that believeth
Surely this is meant for me,
And I clasp the fond assurance
With a thrill of ecstasy!

Should not perish—O how precious!
Everlasting life is mine!
Christ, I bow in fervent worship
With the wise men at Thy shrine.

More than gold, myrrh, or frankincense,
More to Thee the gift I bring.
Love the tenderest and purest.
Love that e’er Thy praise will sing.

Eliza Amelia Brooks Mitchell
The Lake of Peace, 1911

Eliza was the daugh­ter of Ben­ja­min Van Cam­pen Brooks and Lu­cy G. Mill­er, and wife of Hen­ry Au­gus­tus Mitch­ell.

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