IN MEMORIAM.
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And in her wanderings ere she died
She dreamed herself in church once more,
And said Our Father and the Creed,
Then sang the Gloria o'er and o'er.
She dreamed herself in church once more,
And said Our Father and the Creed,
Then sang the Gloria o'er and o'er.
Sweeter than fabled song of bird
That drifting with the tide expires,
Those failing notes her watchers heard—
The hymn of God's celestial choirs.
That drifting with the tide expires,
Those failing notes her watchers heard—
The hymn of God's celestial choirs.
So singing down the tide of time
Death came to her in sweet disguise,
And so her bright young soul passed on
Melodious into Paradise.
Death came to her in sweet disguise,
And so her bright young soul passed on
Melodious into Paradise.
Still in the one Communion vast,
The Church at rest beyond the veil,
She sings with you, O little band,
The Glorias that shall never fail.
The Church at rest beyond the veil,
She sings with you, O little band,
The Glorias that shall never fail.
