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BRONZE
TO THE MEMORY OF INEZ MILHOLLAND
Folded in silent veils of sleep,
You calmly rest,
For God hath spoken, should we weep?
He knoweth best.

But rather let us garner still
While yet we may,
And meet you in His Holy Hill
On that Great Day!

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