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Show TO THE. OLD TIMERS '5 ' 5 - IN WILLARD ' Dear friends, sweet friends, wo meet onco more As oft-times wo havo met beforo. Ere sun and stars gavo light to earth In roynl homes wo had our birtn. In spirit freo wo roamed tho sky, Wo learned wo wero not born to i'lo; We learned to dream, to plan, to play We learned that llfo is ono long day. Tho years may como, tho years may go, Our forms may passlko flakes of snow. The Bplrlt young and over freo, Lives on through all eternity. To Evan Stephen And one, we love. Is hero today, Who long has cheered us on our way, O son of light, O soul of song,1 Sing on and may thy lifo be long. Yes, may thy life be long and sweet And. flowers bloom, benoath thy feet. Sweet master of the art divine. May peace of mind bo ever thine. But some, we loved, hnve passed from view; "Fond memory to nor duty true, Reveals them to our inner Bight. As soul meets s.ou In upward njght, i O yes, dear friends, all, all or. here The ones wo loved for many a year In robes of light, with crowns of gold They'ro with us as they were of old. We meet todtty, vo pnrt agnln, But life on earth Is not In vain. We think, "we work, wo pray wo love Wo look within, below, above. And now, dear friends, a sweet goodbye 'TIs not for long tho time is nigh, When wo shall see with clearer eight And meet again In fields of light. |
