What bell does toll the passing of a child? A life so young so pure... unreconciled That death should grasp her now without remorse Just as her life sets sail its rocky course Come Terpsichore and sing your songs of dance And curse the evil Thanatos whose lance Strikes deep into the mourners grieving soul Rise up I pray, her life I do extol A gentle rose whose beauty graced this earth A loving soul, so caring full of mirth I beg of thee, no songs of sorrow weep But shout our hymns of praise, so all might keep Her in our hearts for e'er, for we have known A gentle rose, that God now calls his own.
Tim Chambers
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Your ISC exmas are already over, I presume?