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IN MEMORIAM In sad but loving memory of my dear father, David *J. Racer, who departed this life five years ago December 18, 1968. Oh! I remember well How mournfully tolled the old church bell The day my father died; And how alone I knew I would be, Since he, who had meant the world to me. Gone, ah; yes; But if words of love Would call him from his home above Then I would say let it be. It has been very, very long since the angels took him home, And I’ve been left here in a world so alone. And when the stars come out to deck the brow of night, Shedding a flooding of silvery light Upon the grave I love, Then spirit whispers come From die angel home Saying “prepare to meet me, child, above.” Your loving daughter Louise
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