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Show Taps: "Lights Out!" In mcmoriam 19ns Deaflj n more a snide Illumes the tace. Ilo more in their accustomed place Will tbey appear, Our comrades dean their mortal clay Will soon decay. Our friends arc deal Deadi It cannot be their Trailty fias put on Immortality And with the sun Bs ages run Oh! blessed thought. By Uesiis bought,. tbey lice. Cbey licei In this the present age r Our prayers and hopes presage their master's welcome voice Ulill bid them all rejoice. Proclaim the victory won And to tbem say "Ulcll done," thou hero, 'twill last! this nation grand will be from stain of slavery free. And to the watching world U!ith flag of peace unfurled Ulill register the day that o'er these forms of clay the sounding bugle stirred, "Eights out" was heard. In "taps,-' tls done! tby servants, Eord, cbey thv call. While we on earth do ?ray "thy will be done," And may the King, tby Son, Be near us when we say, As we lay the forms away that on these mounds of clay may friends sweet flowers spray On each memorial Day, |