  How dear the ties that bind us to the past, Fond thoughts of them around our hearts doth twine; We seem to feel the essence of their love, Like fragrance of the rose in summer time. Though passd from earth, their influence remain, Their earnestness, their work, their loving care: The rift within the clouds cast forth sunshine, Sweet rays of hope, The Beautiful Somewhere. Somewhere beyond in that haven of rest, Where bright light divine shines forth from its dome, Where heavenly choirs are chanting His praise, We place forget-me-nots around their home. |
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