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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WHERE SHALL I HIDE?

Where shall I hide? a sad voice cried,

Where shall I hide I pray,

Why is it so, where e’er I go,

Along my weary way,

The path seems all beset with thorns

No roses can I see?

Where shall I hide? where shall I hide?

Lo! Christ says hide in me.

Oh child of sorrow, ne’er despair,

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