LODGE OF SORROW        

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We shall meet, but we shall miss them,

There will be the vacant chair, But though we no longer possess them,

Still our hearts their memory bear.

But a while ago we gathered,

Now the golden cord is severed, they have passed to realms on high.

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They have passed into the light which is beyond the valley of the shadow of death. The places that have known them shall know them no more: but their virtues are written upon the tablets of love and memory.

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