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In loving memory of my mother, Loucinda Jenkins Racer, who passed away September 3,1942. I cannot say, and I will not say That she is dead! She is just away! With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand, She has wandered into an unknown land, And left us dreaming how very fair It must be since she lingers there. And you, - 0 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 were liken to, The touches of her hands have strayed As reverently as here lips have prayed. Think of her still as the same, I say; She is not dead--she is just away!
By: James Whitcomb Riley
With love, her daughter,
Anna Racer Fincham
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