His memory’s mockery
’Tis best to let it pass.
A Saint in a stained glass window,
A blest memorial true,
When it reflects the beauty of
The memory of you.
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DUST TO DUST
I take a bone—I gaze at it in wonder—You, O bit of strength that was. In you today I see the whited sepulchre of nothingness—but you were the shaft that held the wagon of Life. Your strength held together the vehicle of Man until God called and the Soul answered.
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LULLABY TREE
Cradle a thought on a bough of a tree,
Where it will swing so lazily,
Where it will gather to its heart
All in Nature’s lovely mart.
For every lovely living thing
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