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"To know that even one life has breathed easier Because you have lived - This is to have succeeded." ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)

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God Saw You Getting Tired
  Frances and Kathleen Coelho

God saw you getting tired,
And a cure was not to be.
So he put His arms around you
And whispered "Come to Me."

With tearful eyes we watched you
As you slowly slipped away
And though we loved you dearly
We couldn't make you stay.

Your golden heart stopped beating,
Your tired hands put to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.

A Psalm of Life
  by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
   Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
   And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
   And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
   Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
   Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
   Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
   And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
   Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world's broad field of battle,
   In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
   Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
   Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,- act in the living Present!
   Heart within, and God o'erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
   We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
   Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
   Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
   Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
   With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
   Learn to labor and to wait.

The End of a Perfect Day
by Carrie Jacobs Bond Song

When you come to the end
   of a perfect day,
And you sit alone with your thoughts,
While the chimes ring out with a carol gay
For the joy that the day has brought,
Do you think
   what the end of a perfect day
Can mean to a tired heart,
When the sun goes down
   with a flaming ray,
And the dear friends have to part?

Well, this is the end of a perfect day,
Near the end of a journey, too;
But it leaves
   a thought that is big and strong,
With a wish that is kind and true.
For mem'ry has painted this perfect day
With colours that never fade,
And we find, at the end of a perfect day,
The soul of a friend we've made.

In Loving Memory
  author unknown

God looked around his garden,
And saw an empty space.
Then he looked down here on earth,
And saw your loving face.

He put his arms around you,
And lifted you to rest.
His garden must beautiful,
Because he only picks the best.

A million times we'll miss you,
A million times we'll cry.
If loving could have saved you,
You never would have died.

In life we loved you dearly,
In death we love you still.
In our hearts you hold a special place,
No one could ever fill.

It broke our hearts to loose you,
But you did not go alone,
For part of us went with you,
The day God took you home.

We have someone
overlooking us each day
  by Cecil Montgomery

They are our friends that suffered with us
They now have passed the gate
   and on their way
They left us with guidance
   that we live by and trust

They each have a special place in our soul
these are our mentors and our loved ones
spirits that envelope us
   and make us whole
The knowledge and love that they left
   can't be undone

I see a name on a post
   that came from someones file
It was posted first many years ago
We each think that angel
   has been gone a while
Then a tear will form
   and only you and them will know

Our Angels are our source of strength
These were special people
   who now prepare for us
They will hold our space
   no matter what the length
Their souls have survived
   their body turned to dust

Carry On
 by Edgar A. Guest

They spoke it bravely, grimly,
   in their darkest hours of doubt;
They spoke it when their hope was low
   and when their strength gave out;
We heard it from the dying
   in those troubled days now gone,
And they breathed it as their slogan
   for the living: "Carry on!"

Now the days of strife are over,
   and the skies are fair again,
But those two brave words of courage
   on our lips should still remain;
In the trials which beset us
   and the cares we look upon,
To our dead we should be faithful
--we have still to "carry on!"

"Carry on!" through storm and danger,
   "carry on" through dark despair,
"Carry on" through hurt and failure,
   "carry on" through grief and care;
'Twas the slogan they bequeathed us
   as they fell beside the way,
And for them and for our children,
   let us "carry on!" to-day.

Turn Again To Life
  by A. Price Hughes
  and Mary Lee Hall


If I should die
   and leave you here awhile,
Be not like others,
   sore and undone,
Who keep long vigils
   by the silent dust, and weep.
For my sake -
   turn again to life and smile
Nerving thy heart
   and trembling hand to do
Something to comfort
   other hearts than thine.
Complete those dear
   unfinished tasks of mine
And I, perchance,
   may therein comfort you.