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Poems & Selections

Requiem

By Robert Louis Stevenson
Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you gave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.

God Saw You Getting Tired (P)

God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be, so He put his arms around you, and whispered, “Come to me.”

Irish Blessing 19

May the joys of today Be those of tomorrow. The goblets of life Hold no dregs of sorrow.

Until We Meet Again

Those special memories of you will always bring a smile If only I could have you back For just a little while Then we could sit and talk again Just like we used to do You always meant so very much And always will do too The fact that you are no longer here Will […]

The Parting Glass

Since it falls unto my lot, That I should rise and you should not, I’ll gently rise, and I’ll softly call, “Good night and joy be with you all.”

617-971-8590 / 980-231-1476

Poems & Selections

Requiem

God Saw You Getting Tired (P)

Irish Blessing 19

Until We Meet Again

The Parting Glass

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