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Show GRACELAND'S GRACES. A peaoof ill city Ilea over there; Never n heartache, never a care; No more longing for brighter (I ay. , . "or fruitless atrivinira for uijrlier way Peace with the world, at rest in God; Home once more to the kindly aod, Where roses bloom aud the fresh grass wave. A gladsome vigil o'er Uraeeland'a graves. Some summer morning when allies are bright, Borne night in winter when snows are whits; It matters little the time nor when We shall have done with the cares f f men; Cone the way where our fathers led, ( Into the mystery of the dead; Seeking the peace th spirit craves, Choosing a home 'midst Graceland's grave ( None can Unow the burdens borne, Nor the cruel weight of yokes we've worn; . The broken Idols were all our own. Thelips would smile when the heart would moan; Bmvely acting each one liis part, Hiding the dead hopes in the heart; We come to the stilling of the waves. Aril sunset leaves us at Graceland's graves. And when we're gone from the haunts of men. Will the world have less of sunshine then! Will mother, sister, sweetheart, wifa Love more i f eternity, less of life Are we building n monument high and grand. Or a dingy hovel upon th.) sand! fin we asli our hearts as the mind o'erstraya j To the peaceful city of Graceland's graves. j Chicago Post |