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In memory of our loving mother, Lucinda Virginia Racer, who passed away September 3,1942. I cannot say, and I will not say That she is dead! She's iust away! With a cheery smile, and wave of her hand. She has wandered into an unkown land. And left us dreaming how very fair It must be since she lingers there. And you—O you, who the wildest yearn For the old-time step and the glad return. Think of her as faring on, as dear In the love of there as the love of here. Mild and gentle as she was brave— When the sweetest love of her life she gave To simple things—where violets grew Pure as the eyes they are likened to. The touches of her hands have strayed As reverently as her lips; have prayed. Think of her still as the same, I say; She is not dead—she is just away. By her children Carroll, Clarence, Everlee, Virginia and Anna 4A+
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