“WE MUST NOT FORGET OUR DEAD.”
Reading edition
By MARY R. D. DINGWALL.
“So many of our students are in middle and after middle life; the death rate is, therefore, unusually large.”
“I will have them be with me where I am,” Says Christ of his sainted ones; And we give them up with sorrowing hearts, When the Master’s summons comes. Fold we the hands, though tasks at which they wrought May be but half completed; And we press the lips with a solemn thought Of the last words they repeated. “I will have them be with me where I am,” Says he who o’er Lazarus wept; And with tears we lay our loved ones away, To sleep as Lazarus slept. And we take up the tasks they left undone, Sing songs they would be singing, While we run with patience the race they run, Bring sheaves as they were bringing.
