Home Lyrics by H. S. (Hannah S.) Battersby
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DIED DECEMBER 12TH, 1884. Broken the silver cord! the harp unstrung! And kindred hearts with grief and anguish wrung, For a beloved one from the earth hath flown Leaving his dear ones desolate and lone. Cheerless, deserted now each empty place, So lately filled by him with radiant grace; Sad memories in each lone corner dwell, Vocal of him our torn hearts loved so well. To feelings sympathetic and refined, He joined a well-stored, richly cultured mind, Where holy reason held her peerless sway, Dictating all he had to do and say. Self-discipline in action, thought and deed, Was his uncompromising, glorious creed; To do to others as he would that they Should do to him, his crystal rule each day. Dark superstition never gained his ear, Or led to slavish and debasing fear; A hater of hypocrisy in all The varied forms by which it doth enthrall. His logical and comprehensive mind, |
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