Here you will find the Poem Hiram Helsel of poet Julia A Moore
Air -- "Three Grains of Corn" Once was a boy, age fifteen years, Hiram Helsel was his name, And he was sick two years or so; He has left this world of pain; His friends they miss this lovely boy, That was patient, kind and brave. He left them all for him to mourn -- He is sleeping in his grave. He was a small boy of his age, When he was five years or so Was shocked by lightning while to play And it caused him not to grow, He was called little Hi. Helsel By all friends that knew him well -- His life was sad, as you shall hear, And the truth to you I'll tell. His parents parted when he was small, And both are married again. How sad it was for them to meet And view his last remains. He was living with his father then, As many a friend can tell; 'Tis said his father's second wife That she did not use him well. Just before little Hiram died -- His uncle and aunt were there -- He kissed them both -- bid them farewell, They left him with a prayer. Now he is gone, Oh! let him rest; His soul has found a haven, For grief and woe ne'er enters there, In that place called heaven.