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39th Masonic District - Memorial Page of Sorrow |
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No one hears the door that opens Through which they pass beyond recall Soft as loosened leaves of roses One by one our loved ones fall From our chain this link has fallen In our land his star has set But enshrined on memories tablet His true worth we’ll ne’er forget.
Behold his perfect ashlar stands As he has made it square and true To grace that house not made with hands Invisible to mortal view His labor done, his journey o’er Reward has come with his release He rests upon the farther shore With God in God’s eternal peace.
There is a stream that all must cross The river of human tears Now lying calm in the summer light Now splashed with the rain of human tears Out of the hills of God it flows And on to the shoreless sea Here the noontide sun no shadow throws And time is eternity. Author Unknown
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