F. B. Harris

Short Name: F. B. Harris
Full Name: Harris, F. B. (Flora Best)
Birth Year: 1850
Death Year: 1909

Birth: 1850, USA
Death: Sep., 1909

Flora Lydia (Best) Harris was the daughter of Dr. David and Elizabeth (Lockart) Best. She was the 1st wife of Rev. Bishop Merriman Colbert Harris. He was a minister in the Pittsburgh Conference of the Methodist Episcopal Church. She was a writer and wrote on Japanese themes. In 1891 she translated the 10th century classic 'Tosa Niki' ('Diary or Log of a Journey From Tosa to Kyoto').

Mary Jane Haight-Eckert on Find A Grave web site

Texts by F. B. Harris (46)sort descendingAsAuthority LanguagesInstances
A burden was laid on my spiritFlora L. Best Harris (Author)
A pallid dawn is stealingMrs. Flora B. Harris (Author)
Above earth's grief and sighingFlora L. Best Harris (Author)
Across the waters faringFlora L. Best Harris (Author)
As one who lives amidFlora L. Best Harris (Author)
At the beautiful gate of the templeFlora L. Best Harris (Author)
Aus dieser Welt VerderbenFlora L. Best Harris (Author)
Glory, glory, praises bringingFlora L. Best Harris (Author)
He comes, the holy Christ childFlora L. Best Harris (Author)
Heralds of Jesus, go in mightFlora L. Best Harris (Author)
How sweet 'twill be to find the crossing-placeFlora L. Best Harris (Author)
I have not read of a landMrs. Flora B. Harris (Author)
I have told the story of JesusFlora B. Harris (Author)
I will rise, I will riseFlora L. Best Harris (Author)
I've nothing to bring to Thee, JesusF. B. Harris (Author)
Loud is the voice of the trumpetFlora L. Best Harris (Author)
Midnight stars are looking downwardFlora L. Best Harris (Author)
My soul is blindFlora L. Best Harris (Author)
Night and tempest are around usFlora L. Best Harris (Author)
Not for my soul's repentingFlora L. Best Harris (Author)
O Lord of love, rejected, weFlora L. Best Harris (Author)
Of the people none wereMrs. Flora B. Harris (Author)
On the cross, rejected MasterFlora B. Harris (Author)
Preserve my Jesus, O preserveFlora L. Best Harris (Author)
Ring, ring the bells o'er ocean and shoreFlora L. Best (Author)
See, the purple wine is flowingFlora L. Best Harris (Author)
Strike your harps to richer musicFlora L. Best Harris (Author)
Swift as storm windsFlora L. Best Harris (Author)
The flush of morn is on the mountainsFlora L. Best Harris (Author)
The golden sun is shiningFlora L. Best Harris (Author)
There are songs of joy that I loved to singFlora L. Best (Author)
There dawns a golden visionFlora L. Best Harris (Author)
There is beauty at dawnFlora B. Harris (Author)
Though clouds may rise in the distant skiesFlora L. Best Harris (Author)
Though the clouds may riseFlora L. Best Harris (Author)
To the cross, dear Christ, I'm clingingFlora L. Best Harris (Author)
To thy cross, dear Christ, I'm clingingFlora L. Best (Author)
Wake, O Zion, wake to gladnessFlora L. Best Harris (Author)
Wanderer from thy Father's mansionFlora B. Harris (Author)
Was zittert dein Herz nun im LeideFlora L. Best Harris (Author)
We are sitting by the waysideFlora L. Best Harris (Author)
We waited by the waysideFlora L. Best Harris (Author)
We weary on our journeyFlora L. Best Harris (Author)
What shall separate us from the love that bought us?Mrs. Flora L. Harris (Author)
When the rosy lights of morningFlora L. Best Harris (Author)
Yonder rise the hillsFlora L. Best Harris (Author)
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